Ryan Dennis

Like many people this past year, I have gotten into the habit of looking ahead. Part of that is waiting for better days to come, and another part is to join into the collective speculation of what a post-pandemic world is going to look like.

The glitz. The glamor. The Guernseys.

There aren’t many individuals who stood at the intersection of fiction writing and farming.

What type of animal do you need to make a living in the Himalayas?

A yak of all trades.

There’s always plenty of speculation of who might fill the Cabinet as a new U.S. president takes office, followed by a lot of jockeying for those positions and usually a fight in the Senate to get some of those nominations confirmed.

It’s getting harder to find what can be called a farm movie. As the number of agricultural holdings decrease, so is the supposed interest in setting films on them. Nonetheless, the globe is big and, with a little research, the occasional farm flick can still be unearthed.

I wasn’t there for the assassination of Martin Luther King, the protests against the Vietnam War or the tragedy of the Kent State shooting.