A few years ago my friends and I started calling my dad, Rockin’ Rob. Why? ‘Cause he’s Rockin. In University my dad would bring us a 24 pack of beer to our university house, he would play fun drinking games with us at his house in the summer time, and he would drive us to the bar on nights out. As I type this I am realizing how much my life has changed since university, but you can imagine that university aged Mel and her friends thought my dad was pretty Rockin’. And Rockin’ Rob was born.
…
