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Second Wind: Kind of a Trippy Love Story

In this sequel to . . . It’s Just the Wind, only Jacks and Frank—owner and captain of the good boat Valkyrie—continue the voyage. Through sun and storms and visits with dolphins and sneaky, insistent apparitions, Jacks slips and slides as he continues on his improbable journey. They enter the dreamscape world of the Bahamas, where old bathtubs and tires are guideposts to a small island where Jacks finds that—although he’s never been there before—he’s clearly been expected. And he’s either running late for his own surprise party . . . or he’s right on time. Second Wind, Kind of a Trippy Love Story holds a promise of magic, not the rabbits-in-hats stuff, but the kind that allows a peek through the veil. The kind that is a flash of recognition in the corner of your eye or a shiver up your spine. The kind where love lives. In that place where the heart and soul intersect, the shimmering realm between dreams and reason. And that place? Its name? Some call it hope—some call it home.

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...It's Just the Wind:
Kind of a Sailing Story

In Book One, Jacks, a freshwater guy from Pittsburgh, PA, was never interested in sailing . . . not even a little bit. And just when he thought he had life figured out, ready to get married and start his dream job as a national chef, he is rudely bounced off of his well-planned path of rationality and pragmatism and launched on a hilarious yet poignant odyssey. Despite determined efforts to keep both feet planted firmly on the ground, he finds himself sailing out of Annapolis Harbor as a cook on a forty-foot sailboat, heading for the Virgin Islands . . . and scratching a hole in his head as to how in the hell that happened. He was sure of only one thing . . . it was more than the wind that blew him there. And getting his sea legs was the least of his problems. This is the story of a man searching for answers and finding clues in strange places and under bizarre circumstances. Along the way, Jacks encounters a cast of outlandish, endearing characters—including Pete, an ageless, mystical, retired marine; Jimmy, a guileless wannabe Rasta; Les, a humming, fig-eating philosopher king; Frank, the quintessential, gentlemanly captain; and Lou, who truly believes that misery loves company— and slowly but surely learns that moments of self-realization and truth reveal themselves when one least expects them

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