EDITORIAL
THE OTHER DAY, WHILE DRIVING MY SON TO SCHOOL, we passed a cotton gin surrounded by a few fields of cotton. Perhaps for the first time, H noticed the plants and asked me what those white things were. I explained to him about cotton, about ginning, and how large bales of cotton would be spun into yarn and turned into clothing. Immediately, he wanted to know if we had clothes made from cotton and was surprised to learn that almost everything we were both wearing was 100% or nearly 100% cotton. (I feel I should note that during the conversation, I had the old 1990s cotton jingle stuck in my head: “The touch! The feel! Of cotton: The fabric of our lives.”) While I’ve taught H quite a bit about weaving,…