Travels

understanding

I like to travel, how about you? I look forward to seeing smiling faces and conversation about peoples exciting adventures, but alas, the human race tried to discourage my excitement about travel. Grouching woman, crying children crashed down on my parade. Never the less, I kept my cheerful 😀 attitude which seemed to anger people more. Go figure!

Starting in Liberia, Costa Rica and the ever happy security team. I believe no one dares to smile in front of Those grouches. Tired, exhausted 💤 travelers weary from continued nights Of revelry, snored away the rest of their vacations. Hence, silence in the midst of flight. Thank God for Words with friends, the WiFi driven word game of communication.

Houston was a major disappointment. They took grouchy to another level. Some people seemed to be put out when I tried to have a conversation. One  ☝️ woman escaped to the arms of her hubby, thinking I was a dirty old man. I had to laugh at her worried look on her face as she whispered into her husband’s ear. His menacing looks turned to a red face when I laughed at him and his demeanor. I can not help myself, being friendly is part of my retired persona. I like to talk, innocent banter from a boomer.

I sit alone writing my blog, wondering what happened to a cheerful America. Was it a fabulous holiday weekend that exhausted everyone? I flew back to the states for my brothers wedding. At sixty-one years of age, Steve has fallen, heads over heels  👠 For Toddy. Six months he refurbished his home for his love ❤️ ( he did an awesome job) and had the wedding at his house. Sixty friends and family converged on Steve’s home and we had a wonderful day; everyone was smiling and happy. It was a welcome change to see all the smiling, happy faces. It rolled over to my last few days, a great barbecue to end my visit.

Houston made a turnaround; Smiling stewards, stewardesses made my trip home to Costa Rica pleasant. Our plane developed an hydraulic leak on the wing, which I quickly let the crew know about. They hide their concern well as we landed in Houston, Texas. I await the arrival of my jet to Liberia as I close my blog. Lesson learned, not everyone enjoys vacations,( unpleasant thought) as I curb my enthusiasm. Enjoy life! Smile often and read a good book. Understanding has gotten good reviews and you may enjoy the read. Press the link below for my bookstore, Thank you.

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Music

Listen to the music in nature,
The swishing of wheat in the pasture,
The wind blowing through the mountains,
The waterfalls fluid fountain.

The endless chimes of the whispering leaves,
The smell that grass brings,
The cymbals of river rocks,
The rhythm of the woodpecker’s knocks.

Mocking bird’s imitation,
All gives rise to our musical imagination.
I love to sit on a river,
Listening as nature delivers.

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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Happy Fourth of July-2018

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The call used to be welcome one, welcome all, yet the cries against our flags are many.

I like this picture of our flags waving in Oregon. I listen to a u-tube video of Congress wishing to arrest Hillary Clinton. I feel it is a day late and I dollar short. So many trusted people are being indicted. How can so many people , high in office want to ruin our wonderful country?Steal from our republic? Let’s face it, Congress has been out of control for thirty years. The four Presidents on Rushmore must be shaking their heads at the misery that has been brought to their people.

I can hear Abe now, Why did I die to obolish slavery, unite our states, only to have Senators, lie, cheat, steal for their own benefit. What do you think Teddy would say about Guantanamo Bay? A place to put The treasonous Americans and the terrorist. Thomas Jefferson, Father of the Constitution, with Hamilton, Adams and Franklin wondering why there are so many unwanted amendments to our constitution.

I love our people, Americans wanting to live in peace and harmony with each other. Discrimination, repression show their ugly  heads from the depths of hell as the elite of the world show their true colors as an Island of pain is discovered were the rich kidnap and rape little children 👶. Church  Hierarchy are involved; is there anyone who can be trusted or is u-tube followers miss lead by the dramatic? Only time will tell, as our world still turns.

I wish to honor our country and have faith that we are better than other countries think we are. Other countries wish to believe our president is a liar 🤥. I believe he has an agenda that is far from our knowledge, but he will come full circle. I hope he can accomplish his plan and hold the naysayers at bay.

God bless America, land of the free! Happy Birthday!

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Alaska Bound
Lucky sits sipping his frozen margarita,
“We were fortunate today, most of our work was guess work. The clear liquid had a faint smell of orange. What if the cylinder slipped out of the Lieutenants hands? What if the rubber grommets did not seal in the sarin? What if the poison leaked out or someone caused an accidental ignition?” Says Lucky.
“We can say what ifs all you want, but you made the right decisions. If you are worried about the next time; hire a chemist to teach us about dangerous chemical gases. I had a friend who worked in a chain restaurant, and he was cleaning a drain and poured bleached down the drain. He did not know someone put a bottle of Drano down the drain and it caused a gas that burnt his lungs and throat. It took months for him to heal,” says Jack.
“Good idea Jack, Joshua, investigate online and find an online course on chemical gases. I bet the Government has one. I will call Curt to see if he knows” says Lucky.

Living in Costa Rica

IMG_4192I love living in Costa Rica; I live in Aguacate in the middle of the rain forest. Lots and lots of rain, today it is raining ☔️ and I do not see it letting up. The picture is of our dogs, LuLu and LaLa, they are pretty obedient to our commands. Unlike many of the dogs in Aguacate who roam the roads like warlords demanding food because the owners do not feed them.

Yesterday was a beautiful sunny 😎 day; It was broken up by a pickup roaring up our dirt hill. A hill that is difficult to climb unless you have a four wheel truck which you still need a head start in the rain to make that climb. It is a neighbor with a regular pick up that is always charging the hill. Yesterday that truck claimed the life of a seven month old puppy 🐶 that roamed our yard. It was the neighbors dog, who would leave it alone to roam while they visit family. We began to give the dog treats, then food, because it was hungry. It was a cute little dog but was too hyper for our dogs or we would have asked to take the dog.

Like the other roamers in the neighborhood, Lee Lee (the nickname we gave the dog) darted out into the road to chase the truck and misjudged his path, Yelp! No thud from the truck, just gravel spitting out of the rear end tires. The driver continues his drive up the hill. He never stopped to see what he hit, or did he feel the puppy smashing under his tire? The driver did not walk back down to check on the dog, did not go to my neighbors house to explain the accident. What do you think? Was his actions cowardly indifference or silence because he did not hear the dog Yelp?

It is one of the things I dislike about Costa Rica; the indifference the people have towards their dogs.  If they get tired of the animal, they will drive miles away and leave the dogs on the side of the road. I have heard of Americans, unable or unwilling to take their dogs home to the USA; leaving them in the road. It angers me to know that Lee Lee is dead because the owner did not teach it to stay in the yard or build a small fence to keep it in. Is it a matter of Dollar and cents? It could be, it is a young family with three kids and they have a low monthly income. I built a wire fence to keep dogs out, but most importantly keep my dogs in the yard.

Soon Corina and I will move to San Luis; We have spent money 💰 on a chain link fence and concrete to keep our dogs safe. Our little dogs are our pets, our family, not guard dogs that roam neighborhood for food 🥘. How about you? Do you keep your dogs safe? Pura Vida! Press the link below for my bookstores, Thank you 😊

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CHAPTER 10
Mustafa Mohammed Kassab

It is a beautiful day; crispy air, A good start for a Saturday brunch of fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and homemade croissants. Lucky is well enough to start running again and get back to his work. The group is at Pierre’s Cafe and are enjoying an early afternoon brunch. In front of Lucky is an investigation report given to him by Charles. A new figure in terrorism has appeared, Mustafa Mohammed Kassab. Mustafa stands six feet-three inches tall. He has long brown hair, brown eyes and a scar across his neck. An enemy attacked him while he was asleep; he killed his attacker before the attacker finished the job. It was an attempt to take over the cell. No one has ever heard of such an action before. A leader is picked by Isis to do a job, and everyone follows his lead. CIA is happy to see this dysfunction in a terrorist cell, but the service is a bit confused because they know the ruthlessness of Mustafa. He is big, powerful and demands loyalty or death. He is a perfect leader for Isis.
“I do not want to sound prejudiced, but he looks immaculate for a terrorist.” Says Jack.
“It says here he graduated from Harvard with a law degree in international affairs. Mustafa is clean shaven, intelligent and ruthless. He led an Isis group to five towns and massacred the people for not following Isis. He is going to be hard to find and stop.” Says Lucky.

Excerpt from- The Man With A Limp

T M Nugent-Author

 

Developing a Character

Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,
“Are you, ok Honey?”

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How are my friends doing today? I would like some feedback on how my readers would like me to portray my main characters. Do the main characters need to be strong men or woman? Does it depend on the storyline, what the character evolves into? Can the hero show moments of weakness, sympathy, or can the person be cold and indifferent 😕?

As a writer of Police type adventure, I like to develop strong characters who show different emotions at different times. Joy, when their first child is born. Anger when his family is threaten. Bravery in time of crisis and an innate instinct for survival. In my book, The Man with a Limp, Lucky has the ability to work with people who is smarter than him. A computer person who solves problems Lucky cannot fathom an answer; he puts his trust in this person to find an answer.

An ex intelligence officer who becomes his best friend, who follows him through hell and back. A woman, beautiful, loving, as tough as Lucky is strong, and an FBI agent he meets during a case. Lucky falls in love and the agent and Lucky start a family. Sometimes Lucky is uncaring and ruthless in order to dispatch the most dangerous killers. Is this what you want in a hero? I am always open to new character development.

In my new book, The Chameleon Returns, Lucky McLaughlin continues to rescue people from evil criminals. He wishes to convict the killers legally; unlike his Father, who was more of an assassin to finish what the legal system would not conclude. Brooks McLaughlin would use any means at his disposal to finish the job. Brooks MacLaughlin was a genius in disguise, and frustrating to police and the FBI, because he left no evidence, no finger prints, shell casing, no skin fragments which the law enforcement could use against him.

Lucky worked at bringing law enforcement into each case and got to know the most important people in charge of each case. Lucky would ensure law enforcement is accredited for each solved case. He never asked for notoriety; He preferred to be on the sideline looking in. Is this the kind of hero you like to have an adventure with?

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“Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,
“Are you, ok Honey?”

 

 

For the People!

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As a Nation of diverse People, How do you feel about our flag? Does the complaining Foreigners who seek asylum, bother you when they say our flag makes them feel uncomfortable 😣 in our public arenas such as schools, parks and government buildings? Should we say the pledge of allegiance in every school in America? What is the responsibility of all new nationalities that wish to enter our Republic of the United States 🇺🇸 Of America?

Why have we, in the USA-pander to the outrageous attitude of some Foreigners? If the flag makes you uncomfortable go back to the nation you are afraid to live in and stare at their flag. If you wish to raise your flag in our country, it is set on a pole below the Flag of the United States 🇺🇸. It is great that you love your country, but why are you here unless you wish to start a new life of independence away from the country that subjugates your life to harm and repression by the state or are you here to suppress, deny, Americans to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?

My beautiful wife became an American Citizen. She came to the States with her family and we met in High School. We married and my wife became an integral part of my family , melding into the ways of our country. My wife wanted a say in what the country wanted to do for their people’s and became a citizen of the United States so she could have a say. She loves her Canada, but she no longer lives in Canada 🇨🇦. She felt she needed to support her new residence. My wife passed away in two thousand and eight, she never missed the opportunity to vote. Do you not believe every immigrant should become citizens if the wish to stay in the greatest country in the world?

Immigrants must show loyalty to our flag and our country, no exceptions. The entrance to our country is the border gates, the airport terminals, ship terminals, but they must go through immigration. They can stay for ninety days and leave. If they wish to stay they must file for a visa, good for two years. It is a green card that can be extend to seven years and it is called a temporary residency. At the end of that period they apply for a citizenship. The first visa cost twenty-five hundred dollars. The seven year green card is five hundred dollars, and the citizenship document is one hundred dollars. The immigrants must have a job, a sponsor, and no criminal record from their naturalize country to be entered into the USA 🇺🇸. If they cannot show an income, retirement or work , then they must leave, no exceptions.

Every person living or visiting the USA must follow our laws and Constitution. Why should the requirements be any different than our neighboring countries? I like Costa Rica and spend a great deal of time here. I love America, but to stay a significant time in Costa Rica, I needed a residency and I paid for it, twenty-five hundred dollars to stay here for two years. I have a Costa Rican driver’s license and I follow their laws. Isn’t that the best way ? Are you not tired of having to take a back seat to people who wish to destroy the USA. I feel it is a privilege to have been born in the United States of America, my Dad fought in WWll to keep us free, I served as a Vietnam ERA veteran and I am proud of our Country,USA. Are you?

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Lost

I do not live in the past.
My memories will always last.
With old age, I have become more reclusive,
Not willing to join clubs that are inclusive.

Sometimes I seem to be lost.
I guess it comes with a cost.
My friends say I am not the same person,
That they remember a happier version.

I have no answer for my friends.
I never was one to pretend.
I live every day the best I can.
I ask nothing from any man.

I have few friends,
These I do depend.
Their honesty is always reassuring,
Keeps our lives alive and alluring.

I wish no one any harm.
I wish to avoid confrontational alarm.
Life is too short for strife
Or butting into other people’s lives.

I live in peace and quiet;
Solitude is a science.
My Harley is my temple;
It helps me stay simple.

Open in God’s nature,
It is my kind of rapture.
Sometimes I seem to get lost.

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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A Family Wall

Xlibrismain-qimg-d254dc0b11ccc313ae0d9482d5cc7296-cJohn Lennon is one of my favorite songwriters. He and Paul McCartney collaborated with some great songs about life. Six months ago my girlfriend, Corina rushed home for a family situation. Mom had two strokes, It almost killed her and the Doctors where able to continue her life. Devastated, a large family needed to communicate during the next few months. Mom lost the ability to talk and use her right arm and hand. Mom became depressed, tired, but not disagreeable. A strong woman she fights her dehabilatation.

Her Son, Jason, put up a Family Wall app so everyone can communicate about their beloved Mother. A family of eight adult children, living hundreds of miles apart, can communicate with pictures, text, video, and keep tabs on family. I believe it is the greatest app ever invented and started with my Family wall. I took it a step further, What is a Family Wall? In my mind, It is a place of solace, comfort, where you have no grudges, no anger, and no opinions. It is a place for unconditional love. All families from time to time have differences, and the family moves on. How can you live life fully if you cannot forgive and forget?

I added a group of my closest friends, not acquaintances, those people who stuck with you through the hard times.I can count on one hand those friends whom care about my family.

I have not understood the nuances of the wall, how to include everyone, the process of starting has held me back, but Corina is sharp about the wall and is slowly indoctrinating me to the finer points of the wall. I started the wall because I wish to be involved, being in Costa Rica, our phones are poor instruments of communication. Writing comes easy to me; being a private individual, that leaves FB and Twitter out. Being a writer, I need a public persona, which I do not want for my family and closest friends.

What do you think and feel about this Idea, the Family Wall? After all, it is a free app to a lifetime of family communication; birthdays, graduations, illness, plays your children might be in, sporting events, grades, or just plain conversation. Asking for help in difficult times, even if it is just a chat to relieve your tension. Don’t you think that it is a home Run? A win-win scenario where everyone one has a say in life’s family circle ⭕️?

Right now I show progress with the cabin we are building in Costa Rica. My newest endeavor in novel writing and pictures of Costa Rica. Come on family, What do you have to add to the Nugent Family Wall? Pura Vida!

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“Trust

Just an update
Even through our troubles and tribulation
You made it possible for our marital elation’s
As we travelled up life’s stream
You made it possible for us to dream
To reach for the proverbial golden ring
We were able to find our own songs to sing
Your love would sustain us
I was the building and you the truss
I thank you and love you”

Excerpt From
Passages From Her Cards
Timothy M. Nugent
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Perseverance

IMG_3906After a long day of correcting my writing with Grammarly; reediting paragraphs, correcting misspelled words and commas. I feel satisfied the manuscript is good, ready for the publisher to put it into a book format only to have to correct some more mistakes made by the editor who wishes to change the essence of the book and you cry foul and change it back to what makes you happy 😃

This takes kindness, patience and most of all  perseverance. Mny times you will be faced with these challenges. You will find out the easy part is the manuscript you spent months writing ✍️The challenge is arriving at the printing stage and selling your great accomplishment, which is in the eye of the beholder. The critics can whittle you down to size. I like being an angry humble writer with little patience for the publishing stage. I give them a complete book with chapters and page numbers; all they need is a table of contents and a new chapter on a new page, not a finishing page on the last chapter. You give them a bio and you are ready, RIGHT!

I like to use my own photos and it is a challenge because it is always not clear enough, the pixels are wrong. I do not understand? It does not compute, it doesn’t matter that you wrote the entire poetry book on a vacation and you want it to be inspirational, because of this great picture that looks like people are walkover the sands of heaven. Right, the pixels are blurry; of course they are blurry, the are walking to heaven, right.

I learned if you are patient and willing to persevere, anything is possible or is it my striving to have things done ✅ my way an obstacle to compliance? What do you think? I am in the process of printing my second novel and it seems to take forever. Persever I tell myself; we are just around the corner.  I am in the writing stage of my fourth novel, The Dreamer and I get stuck on chapters.. I reboot m mind and wait for the process to start again. Does this happen to you writers? Until next time, Pura Vida! Press the links below for my bookstores:

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Things have calmed down since the bomb attempts of 2018. Lucky and Carla have become an item. Carla has transferred to the Monterey office so she can live with Lucky in Santa Cruz. Lucky’s Mother Sunny has grown to love Carla and Lucky could not be happier. Jack is busy at the Restaurant and has found a new woman himself. Jasmine owns a surf shop and gives surfing lessons. Jack calls her Jazz, “Why do you call me Jazz?” “It is what you do to me Jazz; you are like a great piece of music that is ever-changing. You keep me feeling great,” Jack smiles. Jack calls Lucky, it is Saturday morning, and Jazz is at the restaurant, so Jack invites Lucky and Carla for breakfast. Breakfast will be at ten, out on the sand, at Lucky’s favorite spot. Jack wanted a change of pace, so he ordered a pitcher of Bloody Mary’s. Each glass has a peppered asparagus, an olive, and a sprig of thyme. “Jack, what is the occasion?” Lucky ask.

“Yeah Honey, what is all the hubbub about Bub?” Retorts Jazz laughingly. As Jack stands, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a box, and falls to one knee. “Jazz, will you marry me?” Silence, the ocean seems to sound loudly against the sand for a few seconds as Jazz looks at Lucky and Carla, smiles and dives into Jack’s arms. “What took you so long?” Jazz cries in Jack’s arms and tells him she loves him. Carla and Lucky walk over and hug the couple. “I am buying breakfast this morning!” Carla says.

Violence in today’s world

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Why are humans violent? We kill to protect our selves against violent aggressors. We do not kill for food; we have an endless supply of food in grocery stores. You can buy specialty meats like venison, buffalo and even snakes and alligators. You can buy a gun almost anywhere at anytime; I know because I bought four weapons, One is an automatic shot gun for home protection. I did not want to miss a breaking in and enter if he did not heed my warning. Does that make me a violent individual or a cautious man?

I am a novelist that writes about the violent nature of man. Does that make me a proponent of violence or am I making the reader find a solution to our violent ways? I drawer the line at video games that seem to bring out the worst in man. Case in point; “Guns of Glory,” A video constantly aired on my I Pad that shows soldiers being massacred as if it was a honorable death. If I drop an atomic weapon on North Korea to keep them in line to our way of thinking, is that Honorable?

How do you feel about a hero who is violent, not because of his violent nature, but because of necessity he needs to be? He shows an all in mentality, no half way measures in his personality. Sometimes I feel hypocritical about my way of thinking when I write. I feel a need to develop a hero at the expense of civility. Crazy 😜 or practical, tell me what you think.

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Goodness
She strove for goodness and kindness in her daily life
Worked at forgiveness for those who gave her strife
I was less forgiving to those who would harm
She found a way to keep me charmed

She was the sorceress of cards
The one who made not smiling hard
You could receive a card at any time
You could be a stranger or a friend of mine

She left pasty notes to let you know she cared
A simple I love you on a kitchen chair
She strove for goodness and kindness all her life
I was lucky she was my lovely wife

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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Enjoy Life!

IMG_0957 (3)How do you enjoy life? Are you a type “A” personality that has everything you accomplish drawn out for you? Do you put your appointments, things to do, vacations, plotted on a calendar in order of importance?Is your family always last on this list of importance? At the end of the month do you look at this calendar and mark off your accomplishments?

You have been very successful, have a lot of money in the bank, but a depleted reservoir of family entitlements; such as love making, hugs, luv, your family feels left out, empty and you do not know who these strangers are. Do you feel lonely, depressed unable to understand how this situation occurred? Your children would rather be with the neighbor and his family. What must you do? You go to a therapist; she says to reconnect before your teenager starts to act up. Pay attention to your spouse before you lose her, the woman you love ❤️ You are befuddled and do not know where to begin and you decide to jump into the fire and reconnect.

Were you ever at that place of no return in your life? I certainly was, I lost friendships, seeked counciling, restored the love in my marriage, found new work and gave more time for my family. My behavior came at a cost and regrets, but I recovered from the personal damage I made. Too soon my wife died after forty-two years of companionship. Regrets in memory for not spending enough time with my wife; do not let this happen to you!

In my new relationship, We invest a lot of time in each other. Of course it helps to be retired, more relaxed and enjoying nature, our dogs 🐕 and my writing ✍️. I am satisfied I am able to walk and enjoy Costa Rica. I am having more fun living than I did as a rebel rouser in my drunken youth. Soon our property will be built and I will have two homes to travel back and forth; Thank you to my brother who shares a home with us in Las Vegas, Nevada. I am not a psychologist, only a friend showing you my mistakes and hope you enjoy a fruitful and happy life. Pura Vida!

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“Lucky has several stabbings; one is the knife in his stomach and two on his sides. He has cut marks on his arms and hands. They look like defensive cuts, he is very lucky no major organs were hit; he lost a lot of blood, but we were able to stop the bleeding, It will be a day or so until we see how well Lucky is doing. He needs to rest now, It will be about an hour in recovery and into a room. My staff will let you know where Lucky will be.”
The Doctor turns and leaves to check on his patient.
Dawson arrives with Sean to let Jack and Jazz know what happened to Lucky and Carla;
“Apparently Carla was accosted in the garden by five men. Lucky saw the attack from the bedroom and ran out to stop them. Apparently, Lucky left the room without his gun and fought the men to get Carla free. We found two people dead on the garden patio. One other man was severely bleeding when he left the garden; You can see a trail of blood leading to the alley,”says Sean.

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The Canejo Bees

“Little tikes who still ride little bikes
Came to play ball in their new spikes
Four foot nothing and eighty pounds
Play double headers; you would be proud

Win or lose they know how to play the game
They pound home plate and take aim
They stand like their hero’s bold and brave
If they lose they do not give blame
They are team and are not ashamed

They run the bases with all their hearts
They play to win: each do their part
They hook slide, head slide and belly flop”
When they are discouraged they look for Pop

The fathers encourage through out the game
Careful not to shame
They give them mighty cheer
When the kids are on the field
They go get a beer ( it is hot you know)

It is fun to watch the little tikes
To watch them reach greater heights
Only seven years old
They are dedicated souls
They wish to do themselves proud
And are happy family is around
This is what baseball is”

Excerpt From
Timothy M. Nugent: A Collection of Poems
Timothy M. Nugent
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Writing a Novel & Publishers

understandingHow much emphasis do Authors put on the cover  of a novel? This is a picture I took for my poetry book Understanding. I think  🤔 it makes you ponder, think about life. That is the idea behind my book. Hopefully you enjoy it because it makes you think. At least I hope it makes you think and be glad you are alive.

I received a phone call from an old friend who left one publishing company after being there for eight years and started over again at the new company. He helped me publish my books, twelve books at this company. He was a great person to contact and was the primary reason I published my books at that particular company. Unfortunately my books are passed on to other people who did not have the same work ethic as he did. Soon I became dissatisfied and moved to another company for my first effort with novel writing. If anything could go wrong , it did with publisher number two.  It took nine months to publish my novel, The Man With a  Limp. Way too long to have the book ready for print. I could not get the communication correct and it was very frustrating. I began to think I made mistake.

I receive the phone call from my friend and he works at getting me to change publishers again; stating he would be the only person to handle my new novel, so there would be no confusion. He pretty much had me sold when He hit my button. Ouch! He said the cover of my first Novel is terrible. I immediately said goodbye and asked him to send me his information.

I fought to have my own picture put on the novel and the publisher said no and sent me to a picture website and I used it for the book. How did you think that experience made me feel? I used my own picture for my second novel and they rejected it. The  publish said the pixels were bad. I told them I know what they are talking about, but the picture conveys the feeling of my book. Either use my picture or I am adios 👋. He acccted my cover for the reason I gave him. What make him the photography expert? Does he spend hours taking pictures  for the ideas of my novel? No, I did, I may not be an expert photographer but I know what I like. How about it writers, what do you think? Does a novel fail because the photo isn’t up to what the publisher thinks or is it about content? You know, you cannot put the book down because you enjoy it so much.

I will keep taking pictures for my novels and let my readers decide. I guess that would make a good contest for a free book 📚. Press the link below for my bookstore and happy writing!

Covers

Take us to the bomb area Captain,” says Lucky.
“Has anyone looked at the videos Captain?” asked Jack.
“Yes, we see a young woman dressed in a hijab and an abaya, the
traditional dress of an Iraqi woman. She appears to be a black woman. She walks up to one of the tellers and seems to ask for the President of the bank. We see the cashier walk to the Presidents office. He leaves the office and walks to the glass partition to talk to the woman, and the bomb goes off. The woman disappears in the flash of the explosion, and the President is bounced over a desk and lands unconscious against the wall, twenty feet away from the blast area. The bullet proof wall saved his life; although he is in critical condition.”
“Can you see her trigger the bomb?” Jack ask.
“No, it is not visible from the view of the cameras,” says the Captain. The group arrives at the bomb Center, and Jazz cannot believe her
eyes. The devastation one person can make is overwhelming for her. She weeps seeing the body parts bagged on the bank floor. Human parts: brains, ears, legs, arms and hands; blood splattered on the ceiling, floor and walls mixed with dirt, plastic and metal. Jazz tells Jack she needs to step outside for some fresh air. Friends, relatives have raced to the bank to check on loved ones who work or use the bank. It has been a long day since the bombing, and the clean up is a slow process. Bagging and tagging to figure out what exactly happened at the bank. Jack walks out to check on Jazz,