My husband and I have known Dennis nearly three decades. We talked of spirits, plants, goats, choices, and families. He was a wise and thoughtful man. Though some found him "grumpy" they didn't know the depth of his heart. He protected the weak and suffered no fools. At Whoopee's Park, we met many great friends from around the world. Year after year we would meet at sunset. No one prepared a rum drink like him. He washed his hands, he washed the glasses, he washed his knife, he washed the oranges. He cracked the ice in his hands and filled the glass with the ice shards. He then poured an over pour of Appleton special. After squeezing the orange juice he topped off the glass with the nectar from his strong hands. He let the juice go over the top and then wiped the glass with a towel, grabbed a coaster from his center post, and placed the drink in front of me with both hands always wishing me long life as I took my first sip of each trip to Negril. Jah Bless him and his family. He will be so missed by hundreds of visitors who made a stop at his park to watch the goats romp before he penned them at sunset. One Love to Dennis and to those who will miss him greatly.