Ryan Dennis

I remember the first time I heard about Facebook. A girl in my college class told me it was “kind of neat” and I should check it out. She described it to me this way: You create an online profile that says you like all sorts of eclectic bands and try to put up pictures that only make you look good.

I don’t have the type of memory that allows me to keep track of all the books I’ve read and what happens in them, but I do recall one of the first stories to leave an impact on me.

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Despite being from a small Catholic country, the sheep of Ireland have garnered an international reputation for being particularly lustful.

I was in elementary school when I first heard reports about this new technology called the internet. Having grown up with it as it evolved, it was up to me to tell my grandmother that Nigerian princes weren’t going to send her money or let my father know that no one from Scotland was going to put a down payment for the truck he was selling on Craigslist in upstate New York.

While fictional novels about farming have increasingly become scarce over the last century, nonfiction about agriculture remains in steady supply.