At the mention of cotton in the field and my fingers start moving. My family picked cotton a lot way back when. The bolls have five sections so one grab, stuff them in one hand till you reach back and drop the wad in the sack dragging behind you. I look at my life now and think how other worldly all that was and I travel back in time. The sun beating down, the long rows, the strap around my shoulder, the sack getting heavier. I picked a hundred pounds the last day we did that and we were only out there because the owner's machine broke down and a storm was on the way.