It is back to school time again, that time of the year when summer vacation has ended and it is time for readin’, writin’ and arithmetic.
For the country boys in my era, it meant that you did not have to work all day in a cotton patch. The school bus got you home around 3:30 in the afternoon, which meant that you still had three hours to labor in the fields.
You dash into the house, turn on the radio and listen to the World Series games in October. You slowly changed into your work clothes and listened to the radio as long as you could, knowing that stiff discipline awaited you if you tarried too long.