Whenever my father needed to motivate himself while working on the farm he would say, “Come on, man, rock ‘n roll.” All day he passed between feeding something, milking something, or doing some sort of fieldwork, and if you were around and listened, you would eventually hear Rick Dennis tell himself to rock ‘n roll. In November, my father passed away at the age of 60. My father was often the subject of my writing. Whether it was the time...
