By Brent Murphree
Delta Farm Press
When I was a kid, I couldn’t help but notice how the contract crews that chopped our cotton were usually covered head to toe in garments and hats that covered their skin.
Being young, immortal and stupid we chopped cotton in shorts, sometimes shirtless while the sun beat down in the summer heat. We had no concern for the effects of ultraviolet radiation. Many of us started the season with a hearty sunburn.