Jack Vink

Banished to the Ribbons of Concrete Jack Vink

Part One: The Journey Begins; Part Two: Lost In America; Part Three: The Aftermath. During my travels I have seen things that go unnoticed by others. Snow on red roses, rain falling from a clear blue sky and double rainbows so bright a feeling of exultation fills your heart. I have stopped to watch woods fill up with snow in the quietness of nature. I have slept under the heavenly stars that shine so brightly in the dark of night, you become aware, that a great power does exist. I have slept in the deepest of forest that have filled my senses with black clouds racing past a crescent moon above. Unafraid, I listened to the music of the night that comes from within the shadows. I have walked ridgelines where prospectors from a bygone era have walked before me. Like a child, I have chased dust cyclones dancing across the desert floor and have seen the most frightful violent storms come and go. I have looked into the eyes of angels and chased by the devil himself! Circumstances make me travel the back roads of America for the rest of my life. A nomadic existence from which there is no escape, at least, not for me. I did not choose this lifestyle, it was forced upon me. I live everywhere and nowhere. The stars on my roof, the sun is my blanket and in the dark of night, I write the words that may change your life forever. I seek the most-noble cause in the universe, "true love." A person that makes the summer fly or a night seem like a lifetime. Somewhere out there, my other perfect half waits. I am on a quest, searching for the truth of life. Enjoy the read. --- from book's back cover