The way things are

Dawn of another day.

What is the difference between Man and Mother Nature ? Mother Nature’s rath is sudden swift and ending. Man cruelty is unrelenting. In our age we have seen two world wars, and many so called police actions. Today’s world is conflicted with hatred, terrorism, and incurable diseases. A white Police woman and her partner is asked to help a woman with a domestic problem and the police woman is gunned down with a high powered rifle. She is alive, but her partner can’t reach her. More police arrive and a crowd of people commence to chant “Kill another cop! Kill another Cop. White cops in an all black neighborhood are not liked until the neighborhood is desperate yet the show their anger and hatred. My question is, What has happened to HUMANITY?

A young girl of sixteen years of age is raped by a well to do white boy from a good family. He is only seventeen years of age. At the hearing the judge says,

“We must show leniency towards this young man; he is from a good family.”

Hey Judge! Is the girl from a good family? Where is the Justice for the girl. How about this, get rid of the Judge and give the girl justice?Where is the HUMANITY in this sick world?

A young man is arrested for mortgage fraud. He found a loophole in the mortgage industry and is costing banks a lot of money. The banks lobby for a change and he is arrested. The Judge at the hearing says I will make an example out of you. The man spends two years in jail before he is forced to plead out for a felony which was not a crime two years ago. The banks are satisfied. Think the Judge was paid off. I wonder?

I live in Costa Rica now. Things are not much different. Gringos are wanted because we have money. We get over charged because we are all rich. It does not matter if you live on a small pension. A tico (Costa Rican) told my contractor to charge more money because he is a Gringo and is rich. This man was a friend of mine; so I thought.

A window contractor tells my contractor he will give him two hundred dollars if he gets a contract for my house at his price. Being an honest man he told me. He told me to get another vender. Of course my contractor is Nicaraguan. I found Tico’s to be arrogant and sensitive. It is ok for them to disrespect you as a person, but did not like it when you told them to leave because you deserve to be treated correctly, or am I the Ugly American.

I learned to chose carefully and have people around me who can respect me because I show them respect. I wanted to get away from the murders, accidents and mayhem in Las Vegas, and I did,but did I find a different form of mayhem, hatred with no cause? Is that what it is like for the black population in America?

I love life and will continue to look for the best in people. I believe in the old adage, what goes around comes around, so it4 behooves an individual to be kind, generous and forgiving. I believe hatred comes back ten fold. Why cannot people understand we must rely on each other? I believe in heaven and hell and distrust any religion where the preacher drives an expensive car and lives in a million dollar home, a politician who enters service an average Joe and becomes a millionaire on my dime. Countries who terrorize their people in the name of their God and Countries who go to war for profit.

I guess I went on a tangent and am tired of the hypocrisy of the world. I hope I see good changes before I die. Let us do it right!

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After a storm, the sun peeks between the clouds
As if God is shouting out loud
Play in the Forrest amongst my trees
On my fields so green
Smell my flowers of different colors
Where my bees love to hover
Thank me for your seven senses
That my world enhances
The sky clears from gray to bright blue
As a rainbow shines through
Bright red, orange, blue and green
Costa Rica colors so clear and clean
I love the smell after the rain
I sit in awe and pray

Thank you for this day
Thank you for this time to play
I walk my dogs and smell nature
The purity of our adventure
Nowhere have I found
The quality of nature abound

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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I love mornings after our rain storm. The cloud formations make my imagination fly. The sun rises slowly over the eastern skies and sometimes succumb to the clouds and only the red outline appears. During the course of the early morning white-gray storm clouds appear. I like watching animals form in the clouds.

I remember when I was ten years old laying on our lawn my Father was proud of and challenging my sister to find more animals than I. Did you play those kind of games as kids? Sometimes in our mighty windstorms on the mountain in San Luis, Costa Rica we can see animals form on the trees limbs and leaves. One night as the sunset begins the shadows hit the trees as the monsters appeared. Large dog that looked like it would lunge down from our tallest tree as the wind blew furiously as my girlfriend would look for more. Off in a distance she saw a Horst gallopping away from a wolf and a snake attacking a bird. My, How our imaginations would fly.

I remember as a six year old I was afraid to go into my closet at night. The moon would shine off the trees and make a figure that looks like a monster. I would not sleep,but hide under my covers. My Dad came in to check on me and asked if I was alright. I said the monster wanted to eat me. We had watched a movie called Them about giant ants attacking humans. My Dad lowers the blinds and the monster disappeared for another day.

Have you had experiences where you imagination got the better of you. To this day I do not like walking in the darkest area without a flash light. I love great movies like Wait Until Dark that Let shades, sounds, and sudden movements in the dark that scares the heck out of you. I hope my books make your imagination fly or wish you could take such an adventure. Summertime is a good time to stack new books for your vacation. Check out my bookstores below and happy reading.

The Walk
We live on a mountain top
Over looking God’s new crop
Red, yellow, orange and purple
Green and pink to be more subtle
In his wisdom he enthused
Blue skies as our morning muse
Walking down the brick laden driveway

Watching the dogs as they play
Realizing the draw of the cards
How lucky we truly are
Fresh air, a subtle quiet
A peacefulness I have become reliant
LaLa and LuLu chase after a lizard
Who disappears like a magical wizard
Frustrated at their loss
They dig at the bright green moss
Searching for their prize
That disappeared before their eyes
I continue to walk towards the gate
I whistle, they run to me at a furious rate
I stop and turn around
They sit at my feet making me proud

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Do you like to play Words With Friends?
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I like to look at a beautiful garden or sunrise when I write. Also the view calms my senses as I play Words With Friends.How about you? Do you like playing WWF? No, it is not a wrestling federation; it is an Internet game that I am addicted too. I have challengers of at least fifty players. Some are easy combatants and some murder me in the games. Some are even Steven and make the game fun. The game is position and letters. If you do not get lucky with the good letters you lose.

The frustrating time of the game is when you receive all vowels or no vowels. I have one gentleman who beats me by one hundred points every game . Soon He must of thought I was no challenge so he moved on. I do not mind because I am learning the nuances of the game. Much like chess you must think ahead and look for positions to trap your opponent. I was never a good chess player. For some reason visualizing moves ahead is difficult for me.

You can make friends on Line with WWF, but people are cautious and do not want you to know too much about them. Me, I am an open book and I like to converse and see how far a reach the game has. I play people in Cleavland,Ohio and Las Vegas Nevada. I play a bass quitarist which I use to beat regularly; Lately he has beaten the pants off me. I never get bored with the game and I am developing a better vocabulary. I think it helps me for my book writing and everyday life. I believe I am an average player who struggles to get better at the game, but does not get too disappointed in a loss. I always have poor luck with letters. You know you have QIS and no openings, Damn! I will be winning a game and lose. An example is I will be winning by eighty points and the opposition scores a one hundred point word to win. Was it luck, or a dumb mistake by me.? Was the letters a lucky lottery draw or did I set myself up for the opponent to collect his letters to form a hundred point word.?It takes all seven tiles to hit on the right tile to pull it off; Triple word tile, or letter Etc.😱 AAAHHH! I love the game. I make a rule never to play first thing in the morning or It changes my writing time which is from three or four in the morning until I wish to stop. I may work for a couple of hours and take a break to play WWF. It relaxes me when I get stuck writing and seems to encourage my imagination. I hope you like Words With Friends and will take a chance and try one of my books. Until next time-Pura Vida!

Excerpt from my book The Man With A Limp .

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. Charles Dawson speaks up; “Curt wants me to take the lead In this investigation along with the Captain. We are the experts in finding the cell. We value your advice but wish to keep you from harm’s way. You have developed a consciousness in Paris with the kidnap attempt on your wife, Lucky. No one knows who I am and the Captain is a known terrorist investigator for France. I have a team flying in today and will gather information and ask for your help. We will work from
the house here, and you will command the post here. Do you agree?” Jack and Lucky explain they would like to help in any way possible. Carla will remain with Lucky, Jack, and Jazz to form the information as it comes in. Before the group from the States arrive, Carla, Jazz, Lucky and Jack want to visit Paris. The first place is the Eiffel Tower. Dawson sends Patrick with the group to go site seeing. Patrick takes the group to the Eiffel Tower. It is a chilly September night, and because of their status in Paris, the word was given to the tour people to give them first class treatment. A man will be with the group, and they are taken up to the dining room for a dinner. It is seven-thirty and the sun is beginning to set. Late September is beautiful and tonight is no exception. The city is aglow with lights. The Eiffel Tower is so bright you could wear sunglasses. Jazz and Carla are radiant as they shine in
the light. Jack goes to order Champagne and Patrick says,
“It is on the way, sir. France appreciates what you are doing for them and wishes to take care of the bill.” Jack explains that it is not
necessary and Patrick says, “We insist!”
The evening is beautiful, and the group walks out to the balcony
to look at the grand city. Beautifully lit and gorgeous, it is an unusual sight. As they look over the city, there is a massive explosion. Half the lights of the city go out. A large cloud overcomes the city. Jack and Lucky turn to leave as a large man in a turban stop them. Surrounded by people with hand machine guns they stop.
“My name is Mustafa Mohammed Kassab, do you believe you can stop me?
Excerpt from my book The Man With A Limp .

It’s a mad, mad, world

It has been relatively quiet in San Luis, Costa Rica while the rest of the world seems to be struggling. North Korea is launching rockets while in The USA the continue slaughter of innocence continues. Virginia,Texas, and other states are having mass murders from demented souls. Even the newsless New Zealand had a mass murder. What the hell is going on? Is the Devil ceasing controll over our minds. Where is God? Where is the demand to find these killers before an attack happens again.

I read this morning where President Trump wants to make Mexico control the exit of their people. He proposed a tax on Mexico and his party is up in arms. Where is the unity of the party and what suggestions do they have to help the President? It is a mad, mad, world out there.

The fact is we love the Mexican people, but why can’t one of the riches mineral deposit countries in the world, Mexico, help their poor people? Why is it the President’t or The USA responsible for their care? California is over taxing it’s people so the illegals can be cared for. Is it fair to Californians to follow the choices of a few?

Texas is angry because they feel the choices they need to make is too tough and strict. I have not heard Texas come up with a viable plan to stop Illegal immigration, but they want to complain about the efforts their President is trying to accomplish.

The picture above is a symbol of world unity where countries come together to help each other or is that a dream or a distant memory. The skies are cloudy and grey today as the rainy season begins. Seventy-five degrees and humid and Lake Arenal is calm, relaxing and a joy. I watch the welder work on our terrace as he shapes the metal Pergola. Wood falls to decay too quickly in Costa Rica and the welder is doing an exceptional job.

The property is developing quickly as we apply for a permit to build our dream house. We almost stopped the project because we love the Cabina we built. Once we finish the house, the Cabina will be a source of income. Life is great! Pura Vida!

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The Walk
We live on a mountain top
Over looking God’s new crop
Red, yellow, orange and purple
Green and pink to be more subtle
In his wisdom he enthused
Blue skies as our morning muse
Walking down the brick laden driveway

Watching the dogs as they play
Realizing the draw of the cards
How lucky we truly are
Fresh air, a subtle quiet
A peacefulness I have become reliant
LaLa and LuLu chase after a lizard
Who disappears like a magical wizard
Frustrated at their loss
They dig at the bright green moss
Searching for their prize
That disappeared before their eyes
I continue to walk towards the gate
I whistle, they run to me at a furious rate
I stop and turn around
They sit at my feet making me proud I say good girls !

Now go to Mom!
Rushing pass the palms
Around the corner into mom’s lap
Surprising her making her laugh
In their excitement they forgot to sit
A practice they like to omit
Mom smiles as I turn the corner
Head to the rocking chair to join her
A beautiful short walk this sunny morning
Now we relax watching the turkey buzzards soaring
The sparrows darting about
The bees taking their succulents out
The flowers and grass swaying in the breeze
Content, at ease
Just another morning walk

A Break in the Rain

It is amazing what a few weeks of rain does to a garden. Corina and I were getting frustrated with our efforts to grow plants. The Cannons looked almost dead at the end of summer; No matter how much we watered. Then we were asked to conserve water during our drought so we began to recycle water that we use. We added two water tanks and the smallest is full of rain 💦.

Now our garden is flourishing, but now we fight leaf eater ants, grasshoppers, crickets and all sorts of plant eaters like An armadillo, iguanas 🦎 and Little Black ants that like to bite my feet 🦶. What do you do? It is a beautiful morning as we wage our fight against Mother nature’s beasts. I love to sit on my block wall and watch the beautiful sunrise and marvel at God’s finery. I love my garden and spray soapy water on the plants to persuade the ants to leave. Even moths are getting into the act. Flies are laying eggs in some plants 🌱 which surprised 😮 me.

We continue construction of our property as we begin once more with an updated plan. A new permit is needed since our year has elapsed. The cabina took eleven months and the house will take a year to build. We have sacrificed a lot to build considering our budget leaves us no money to travel. I do not mind because our view is fabulous.

How can I complain because I am on a five year vacation. How do you like the view from my lazy boy type Costa Rican chair. Soon the contractor will arrive to begin an early morning construction. Rains will begin at three p.m. It has been a nice 👍 day of no rain and we hope to accomplish a lot before the rain begins. Filling in the terrace with three dump truck loads of dirt and finishing the pergola is our objective. I woke up at two this morning and could not fall back to sleep. The dangers of going to bed at eight p.m. and waking five hours later. I got up at three a.m. amd began to write my second short story book. Started chapter twenty after forty-five thousand words. Half way done with the book, I like to write about eighty thousand words. I do not like to sound boring or distract readers with too many words.

Charlie, my third in my series of the McLaughlin family saga which includes The Man With A Limp and The Chameleon returns will be published and availiable soon. Why don’t you give them a summer reading? EBooks as low as $2.99, am I out of my mind? Check out my bookstore below. Thank you for your time.

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“Harry, you have laboratory connections, and do you have a fingerprint kit?” Ask Lucky.
“Yes, I still do bit work for the department, and I can get access, Lucky. I told my ex-boss we might be working together.”
“Outstanding! I believe an important robbery is going to take place and someone needed help and forced Thomas to help them. Jack, hook our PC to Thomas’s equipment and get on Thomas’s Facebook page and see if he left us a message,” Says Lucky.
Lucky and Harry investigate the room thoroughly and find pieces of hair and skin around on the counter, bed, couches in Thomas’s home. It is very apparent Thomas put up a fight. Harry leaves as Jack checks the Facebook page and finds a coded message to the Chameleon:
Had a Great time at the Computer Convention, new equipment that is Diamonds in the rough. Our country is Safe with the new Technology. I will be home on Wednesday. Hope to see you soon.

Lucky and Jack study the message and know that it was sent on Thursday. Thomas sent it from a different location. Somehow, he sent it under his kidnapper’s nose.
“Today is Saturday, I believe the robbery will be on Wednesday, so we need to find where the diamonds are.”

Excerpt From
The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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The Way It Is

If only the world was like a rose 🌹

Is there a safe place in the world ? The threat of terrorism is everywhere; Texas a Jewish place of worship is shot up, in the Netherlands a similar action took place. Brazil a bar is shot up and dozens killed. So many violent actions take place that I get confused. I mix up violent events and get angry that our beautiful world is full of hate.

I miss the sixties of peace and love, the Buhdist passing out flowers at the airport. Yet, there was a lot of turmoil and a decade of violence over Vietnam, racism and Charles Manson murders. What is wrong with this picture. Why can we have peace and love and prosper together?

I have been living in Costa Rica for four years and I love it here. I miss my home country, but there is very little violence to report. Where I live in San Luis there is no murder. A little petty crime like break ins and my time is mostly peaceful. Loud trucks break the airwaves once in a while because of construction. I like our morning sunrise because we face the eastern mountains of Lake Arenal. It is a far contrast to Las Vegas, Nevada which has three or four murders a day and a constant barrage of sirens 🚨 by police ,fire,or ambulance. My last visit six people were killed on my first night.

My fear is I would get used to the negative prodcast from the news and become sullen and uncaring. What can I do attitude? I see hatred in some of the Costa Rican’s. Most are friendly, but some will not look you in the face when talking to you. I tend to forget I am but a visitor infringing upon their person and place. It is a socialistic democratic society where a President is voted in. Laws are changing all the time to benefit the Costa Rican. When you live in a country you must follow there rules or live. The government has been cracking down on visitors who have lived here a long time and never followed up on Residency.

Imagine living in Costa Rica, building a farm for eighteen years, leaving every thirty days to satisfy you visa agreement and suddenly the government gives you thirty days to leave and cancels your visa. Temporary Visa was my first objective towards Permanent Residency. I do not get it,do you?

It is a heavy rainy , foggy morning as I stare out at my lovely garden. I find tranquility in my garden and wish the best for the world. I hope violence is thrawted in the months to come. Terrorism in the name of the holy one ☝️ must be stopped. White supremacy groups must be stopped. Those sick people who need medical help must be helped and homelessness must be eradicated. No one should be homeless.

I look up at my rose picture and I see tranquility and peace ☮️. Is that the way it should be?

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Excerpt from The Chameleon Returns

The case was a simple case to figure out. Criminals believe they are smarter than you. Some of them are, but they always seem to make a fatal mistake; their egos get the better of them. What makes Lucky so intelligent is he is ego-free. Nothing a person can do to break his confidence or damage a fragile ego. Even in anger, he thinks scenarios out quickly And precisely. He is smart enough to hire people who are smarter than him. He hit a home run with Thomas. A master technician and highly Intelligent, Thomas is an elite in his field. He is one of Lucky’s closest friends and talks to Lucky every day.Lucky has not heard from Thomas in three days.
“Carla, I am leaving for California and will be back in a few days. I am going to check on Thomas; He has not called in almost four days. He is religious in calling us every day,” Says Lucky.
“Maybe he took a vacation and needed some time alone,” Says Carla.
“I do not know, but I feel it is unusual for Thomas not to tell us. I am going over to Jack’s and see if he wants to go.”
Carla calls Jerry to see if he is near D.C., Jerry says he has a couple of California congressman he is flying to D.C. tomorrow and can fly them to California at eleven in the morning”

Excerpt From
The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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It is quiet this morning; No monkeys yelping from danger, no trucks or loud motorcycles making noise, just peacefulness. The quiet made me lazy, wishing to stay in bed a little longer, staying cozy warm under the sheet. Very seldom do we need a blanket to keep warm. It is a dark morning sky with the dark gray clouds hovering close. I get up to make coffee and watch the clouds seperate to form a perfect reddish -orange eye as if God is peeking down at us.

There isn’t any sunrise this morning andI needed a sunrise. I did not wish to start a day feeling gloomy or depressed so I put my sunrise on my blog and smiled. This is the beginning of the rainy season, there will be weeks of overcast, no sunrise mornings. Even in the dark, stormy clouds Lake Arenal shows its beauty. Our little garden is full of color this morning as the plants are blooming. One plant must have a dozen new flowers. I smile, stop and thank God I live with no turmoil; only serenity , peace in my world.

I have been so busy building, digging, pulling weeds, I have neglected my writing. I made an affirmation to write everyday even if it is only an hour. I love to write because sometimes it is a Little challenging as thoughts are muddled. You need peace and tranquility to write. No outside disturbances like contractors, girlfriends, friends calling on the phone,peacefulness must prevail for me to have inspiration.

I awake at three or four in the morning and capture my ideas, usually from a dream and I write about immediately. I use my recorder on my phone to jot down inspiration that pops in my mind. Sometimes I will be driving and pull over to the side of the road for a half hour. Once I needed to explain to a policeman why I was sitting on the side of the highway. I thanked him for being kind enough to see if everything was ok. Does this happen to you? I hate a great idea being lost because I did not respond fast enough to capture the idea.

The soil is dark black, wet from the morning sprinkle. I can smell the fragrance of the herbs in my garden; they are growing too fast for us to use them so we cut them down, dry them, freeze them, or give them to our local produce man. Julio has done so much for us that we give the herbs to sell. We ask for no remuneration. How can we when he brings us a hundred gallons of fresh water during the drought? He will not take money for his trouble on a Sunday evening.

The birds starting to chirp late this morning. No Turkey Buzzards cruising high in the sky; They must be at some roadkill having breakfast this morning.I sip my mocha coffee,I love to drink every morning as the sun sneaks through the gray skies. God, thank you for the smell and the beautiful invirionment. It looks like the rain will stop for a few hours. Today is cooler than yesterday’s hot and humid rainy day. I perspired quite a bit yesterday and pulled my shirt away from my body several times to get the breeze, thank God for the breeze, I think to myself.

I get my inspiration for stories from everyday experiences. An example is my first novel, The Man with a Limp. While living in Bay Point, California, I watched a young man walking to the convenience Store. It was a struggle for him to walk, but rain or shine he walked to the store.He dragged his left foot on the ground and struggled forward. At corners he would twist his hip and lift his leg down off the curb. You could see the wear on the left shoe from his progress of walking. One day a another man wished to help him and he pushed him away saying,

“ I need to do this myself. It is important to me to finish this task myself.”

He was not hostile, just matter of fact to him. His left hand was curled under and was a useless appendage. The struggle was always accomplished because of the strength of his right side of his body. I believe he needed this victory every morning to live; To feel strong and capable of surviving this world. He reminded me of my brother Jim who had polio at seven years of age. My brother grew up determined, strong to conquer the world on his terms. I fashioned Lucky McLaughlin after the walking man and my brother. Self reliant, strong minded, very intelligent, and the best in his occupation, in his world. Everyday we have adversity we must overcome. It is how we accomplish over adversity that makes the individual who we are. Peek at my bookstore and enjoy a good read. Press the link below, Pura Vida!

Excerpt from The Man With a Limp below:

“I believe they are from the Middle East and are probably terrorist. Keep them under the Patriot act with no bail while I call Homeland Security and the FBI, says Lucky; Boy never a dull moment Jack, How did you learn how to box like that?”
“I was Marine middleweight champion and took a Gold Gloves when I was a kid.”
“Impressive, Buddy! How come the transient gave you a hard time? I need to call Carla, she will help get the ball rolling,” says lucky. Lucky and Jack finish the run and sit down for some margaritas. It is a beautiful Wednesday morning. The waves roll in at four feet, and the air smells fresh. The seagulls are close to shore a sign the weather is going to change for the worse. It is the beginning of winter, and Santa Cruz is getting to be sweatshirt weather. Warm enough for the outside chairs. Lucky and Jack were discussing their visitors on the
“By the way, I was off balance when the transient first hit me and
made me dizzy,” claims Jack, as Lucky gives him a little more chiding. Tom and Carla show up,
“Can’t you boys stay out of trouble?” Says Carla.
“We were running down the beach minding our own business.” Says Jack.
“You were right Lucky; The three men are from Yemen. Part of Isis and they have lived in Santa Cruz for two years. Respectable residence who have career jobs as computer technicians. They are taking flying lessons at the airport here in Watsonville, close to Santa Cruz. It is a small plane airport. Phil has the FBI checking out who are taking flying lessons. I want to know why they targeted you.”
“How did they know we go running four days a week?” Says Jack. “We will get that information from these three guys. In the
meantime, I have a protection team on you fellas.”
“No Thank you, we will wear our guns and be more vigilant. Use
your people to find the terrorist cell,” says Lucky.
“Call us if you need help,” says Jack.
“How come you and Tom came together, Carla?” Ask Jack.
“We happened to be in the parking lot at the same time and
walked in together,” says Carla.
Lucky’s phone rings,
“Lucky this is Curt, what the hell is going on out there in Santa
“Three guys from Yemen tried to kill us today; the FBI and
Homeland are on it, we are fine,” says Lucky,
“I now that, I want you and Jack on top of this. Get a hold of Phil
and put together a task force and find the rest of the son of bitches!” “Yes, we will get on top of this.”
“Happy to hear it, Lucky”
“Sounds like a job to me,” says Jack.
Jack and Lucky go home, shower and change. Lucky picks up Jack, and they head to the Santa Cruz Police Station. The FBI is busy interrogating the terrorist. The terrorist is reluctant to talk. Tom decides it is time to pressure the terrorist. He has his people questioning the suspects in different rooms. Tom noticed a change in their eyes as he mentioned their family. Tom gave his men instructions to tell the suspects that their family is under arrest for terrorist crimes against the USA. If they do not cooperate, your families will go to prison without a trail. You will never see them again. The interrogators leave the room to let the suspects think about the last statement. Jack and Lucky were following the interrogations. Jack says,
“The man in the first room is the weak link. He showed a lot of emotion whereas the others acted as if they did not care. Bring in his wife and see if we can crack him.”

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Holiday Rememberances

Good Morning!

I love the early morning skies as I look through my window screen. You can see the screen in the picture.

It is another great Cinco de Mayo as we celebrate our neighbors independence from Spain. Is it just another gimmick for restaurants to get mass numbers of people into the eatery, or is it a genuine effort to support a country who fought for their independence. I think of it as supporting our immigrants from Mexico 🇲🇽 as they BBQ in the parks with family and friends in celebrating their heritage. The Mexican community are big park people and they enjoy a good BBQ after the parades, and flag waving is finished.

Most Mexicans enjoy getting the family together for fun with friends and family in the parks. I admire the way they find time to be together as a family. I enjoy time spent at holidays in different times of the year. It is times well spent with family and friends. In retirement it is like a constant vacation of writing ad building of a new home. I have never been involved in building a home from the ground up and I am enjoying it immensely. Time flies by and before you know it you are on a plane to celebrate Christmas, New Years or the Fourth of July.

Right now I am writing my second short story book and publishing my novel Charlie. I hope to have it published by the end of May. It is the sequel to The Man With a Limp and The Chameleon Returns. I hope you have an opportunity to buy these books and enjoy the saga of the McLaughlin family. Until next time, Pura Vida!

Excerpt from Charlie below,

Chapter Twelve

Marvin Mason

Philip arrives at Cherry Farm and meets Chris for the first time and Lucky takes him to the sound studio to listen to the complete Album. He loves it! Lucky shows him the first cd from the label. Lucky found a company who guarantees mass cd quality and one week delivery. Philip has a long six months planned out for Butch. He will run his old circuit in front of small crowds and has plans to hit every Country western radio station across the east and Midwest. 

Lucky had t-shirts and cd’s with Butch’s face and the name of the new label, Butch Sundance and the new album name “Time”. Chris went to be the sales person at the concerts; t-shirts, key chains cds and of course beer mugs that say Time on them. Lucky bought a cargo van to carry everything. The first concert will be at the General’s Bar and Grill called the Bowery. Lucky will meet them there. Lucky is looking forward to seeing General Bill Foremost at the Bowery. The club is sold out for next weeks concert. The club holds six hundred folks and should be a lot of fun. Lucky prepared for the tour and had Claire make a Facebook page with all of Butch’s friends and former music associates. Bill has a surprise at the end of Butch’s gig, he is the star that night and follows a new group.

Claire and Lucky go over the testimony of Chris and finds a difficult case to undue. Claire calls Abe and ask for FBI help; they lay out Chris’s defense and wish to show culpability of Mason and his cohorts. A sting is put into the works when a new rock band is surging to success and Mason wants to take over its management. Thanks to FBI warrants, email and phones are investigated. Brazen by his success Mason threatens the manager of Death Call, Toby Coons, if he does not leave the group and hand it over to Marvin Mason LLC. Charlie begins to watch Toby Coons every move. The tone of the text and e mails become more and more violent from Marvin. A tap is established and Marvin’s Plan is unveiled. 

“ We will use the same plan as we did that Chris kid. Toby parties hard, we will plant a kilo of cocaine in his car. Silk you know what needs to be done. Tomorrow at The concert Toby will be partying hardy; place the drugs in his trunk and when he leaves call our police contact Officer Mills and have him pulled over. It will be another easy bust for the Sargent.” 

Silk leaves the office and drives down to Oscar Martinez’s home to pick up a kilo of Cocaine. As he walks into the home the FBI race through the door with a warrant to search the home. It happens so quickly that Oscar and his men can not pull out their weapons. It was perfect timing by the FBI. The FBI find one hundred kilos of Cocaine in the house and three hundred thousand dollars. Silk has fifty thousand for Oscar to entrap Toby. Quickly Abe takes Oscar and Silk to the FBI for questioning. Silk refuses to talk until DA Susan Keats begins to talk deal. 

“ I want you to tell me about Chris Johansson; We know you framed him like you are trying to do Toby Coons. Retract your wanting a lawyer, let’s make a deal.”

“You have nothing on me, I was making a loan payment to Oscar,” claims the quick thinking Silk.

Clair walks in with the tape from Marvin’s office,

“ Silk you are a smart man; listen to this recording and tell us what you want. The DA will listen to you very closely. We want everything about Chris’s case, everything!”

Before Claire plays the tape Silk rescinds asking for a lawyer and Claire plays the tape. His face turns white as he hears his roll in the Toby case. After Silk left Mason’s office he makes a phone call to Officer Mills were he ask the officer to frame Silk. Officer Mills ask for one hundred thousand dollars which Mason says, “do it!”

Silk is livid and ask for immunity. The DA  offers freedom if he follows through with Marvin’s plan and goes back to Marvin saying the job is done. Officer Mills is arrested as he is arresting Toby for Cocaine. Charlie watches as Abe arrest the Officer and Charlie takes Toby into custody so he can question him about the phone calls and emails he received from Mason. Toby gladly hands everything over to the authorities. Officer Mills rolls over like a bowling pin; he tried to say he was making a tip arrest, but Claire plays his phone conversation with Mason and he knows he is finished. He admits his part in both men’s arrest and tells his story. Abe and Charlie walk into the offices of Marvin Mason and arrest him for his mastermind of the two Cocaine arrest. Marvin was arrested for conspiracy to frame two individuals for cocaine possession. Sonny will help in Chris’s retrial which is closed quickly at the DA’s office as the new evidence is brought forth. Chris gets exonerated and a new life; he thanks his new friends  

As his band wishes to bring him back. Chris tells them as their manager he wants them to join a new Company, Sundance Studios. Chris introduces Lucky to the new group at the studio and ask them one question,

“ Fellas, where was your loyalty to Chris? You knew the man and you did nothing to help him, why?”

“We lack the courage to stand up to Marvin who had a history of destroying new groups who did not follow his request. He told us to play for him or he would destroy us.”

Lucky understands what fear does to men but demands loyalty to his friend and the fledgling company they are getting off the ground. 

“If you are threatened by anyone you take it to Chris and he will tell Charlie, who will take care of it. Do you take drugs?”

“ No, we party with alcohol and monitor people who use drugs and keep them away. We are always being bother by dealers at our concerts,” Says Simon.

“Good, my security team will eliminate that problem, you will never have to worry about it,”

Says Lucky.

Lucky walks the group over to the house where Sonny is waiting for a new contract for the group with Chris as Manager under the Sundance label. Everyone is eager to begin recording and get the band on the road. Jazz went on the road with Butch and will help his sales department at Sundance Studios. Sonny suggested to incorporate the sales part of Sundance Studios. It is called Sundance CDS and Gifts Inc. A subsidiary of Sundance Studios so inventory can be conducted and accountability. Jazz is President of the Corporation and a board member of Sundance Studios and is enjoying life again. Lucky likes how the Company is coming together. It keeps him busy, active in all his businesses; Strategic Inc with A hospital, a surgical building, an airline of one jet and now a recording company with two clients. He likes his new role as advisor to young people. Lucky would like to see his family away from crime investigation, but Charlie and Claire loves their work. They enjoy working with Harry and Junior who are a big help. 

Late Summer

Turkey Buzzard spreading it’s wings.

Hello! I am a Turkey Buzzard loving the late summer. Although I am a little thirsty because of the late summer and a continued drought we are having. Humans have restrictions, but I do not. What ever water they use I sip on after my daily consumption of road kill. I have a beautiful lake to fly to for a drink .

Mister buzzard is correct, we are in a drought and the water company is on the verge of shutting off our water a couple of hours a day. We are asked to not water our plants and stop any construction we may be doing. Great, We planted fifty new plants and trees and they need to be watered, so we water the plants. We received a letter on our fence asking us to comply in order to keep the water on. Someone called and said we were watering our garden. There is always someone policing your business.

I went to the water company and explained what we were doing. We recycle our kitchen, bath, and laundry water. A friend brings us a hundred gallons of water once a week from Tilaran and we stopped concrete construction to only three days a week. We monitor toilet use and follow the movie slogan; If it is yellow, be mellow,if it is brown ,flush it down. We shower every four days unless we are dirty from working the property. They understand new construction and planting, and were happy we came in to talk and said not to worry about the situation. I told the company my neighbor does not know what we do and we appreciate the good water. Too bad I have a neighbor who has to be involved in everyone’s business. He bought new plants last week. I guess he must be watering them. I wonder, no I will not get involved with him, I will enjoy the beautiful day and enjoy life.

I love the beautiful sunrises in San Luis. This morning the sky was a mixture of orange, white clouds, blue sky, and the disappearing of the darkness slowly in the West. The sun was full and bright as it rose over the eastern mountains. It is amazing the distance the sunrise is from Volcán Arenal. It seemed like last week it rose next to the volcano. Now it is more easterly over the mountains. It is a cool,breezy seventy degrees with a ten mile an hour breeze. Rain will most likely begin at the end of May. We can use the rain for our property. I keep writing, but not in the voracity in the past. I have so much to do and so little time it seems. I work at writing at four in the morning for three hours , but because of the physical labor I sometimes do, I need to sleep a little longer. I love to write. Check out my two novels: The Man with a Limp and The Chameleon Returns, check the link below.

“There is momentary silence as Samantha searches her mind for discussions with her interns; Curiously she mentions up and coming intern Marcia Cornel. Marcia and Samantha had a nasty argument over the proposed bill. Marcia’s sister, a fifteen-year-old teenage girl, bought an abortion pill and died. She snuck out of her home and bought it on the street. Apparently, her family did not know about her goings-on.”

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The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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Spring Break

Happy Spring Break with Easter Sunday this week. A weekend were college kids rush to Daytona Beach, Florida and families celebrate the long weekend and the week long school breaks. Here in San Luis, Costa Rica the town stores close for the weekend. Very rarely does one stay open unless it is owned by a foreigner who does not celebrate the Christian Holidays.

The Catholic Churches are crowded all weekend to Celebrate the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. Students with money and locals are partying up a storm and enjoying their favorite form of entertainment called alcohol consumption. Corina and I will celebrate with a quiet weekend on the mountain. My birthday falls on Easter 🐣 and we are having homemade fish tacos. I bought Corvina(sea bass) fresh from Daisy our fish lady from Punteranas. Once a month we buy fish and shrimp caught the same day.

Of course we will have a couple margaritas made with fresh orange juice and strawberries and mangoes. Getting to old to go crazy like a college kid ( 70 years old), moderation is my key to a long life now. Give me twenty more years Lord and I will be happy. I like peace and tranquility and a good story to write. My garden keeps me going and it is all the work out I need. No travel this weekend because the tourist will be everywhere. If you are like me and wish to have a quiet 🤫 weekend; how about a good novel to read. My EBook is $2.99 and a good adventure story. Press the link below:

Happy Easter!

“A new Adventure
Cherry Farm will be an excellent place for the family. Ten-year-old Charlie is seeing a psychologist, Dr. Mary Summers. Charlie began having nightmares about drowning while surfing. It was a traumatic experience being pulled off a surfboard underwater for three hundred yards. Oscar would wait until she gurgled some water and then gave her his mouthpiece. On land, he used a needle to put her asleep. Charlie became short-tempered and demanded Lucky’s company. Lucky began martial arts training for Charlie. Beth’s ex-boyfriend, Tom came three times a week to train Charlie.”

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The Chameleon Returns
T.M. Nugent
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