Mornings in San Luis, Costa Rica

During the month of November the rains continued every early morning and the end result is a rainbow . If it is a double rainbow does it mean double the luck? Is there a Double pot of gold at the end of the rainbow? What do you think? Maybe make a wish like a falling star or first star you see tonight?

Rainbows everyday

This is my everyday view; I have more and more sun as the rainy season is coming to and end (rain will continue but more sunny days ahead). The greenery seems to perk me up and get my writing mojo going. I am a lucky man, I live on a peaceful and quiet mountain side in view of a beautiful lake and three volcanoes. A large town is ten minutes away and our small towns of San Luis and Tronador are five minutes away. I have all the necessities of life I need. My girl friend, Corina, received her Christmas Present early, an air conditioner. We watch Netflix and no TV, I watch no news or sitcoms. I have no need to listen to murders and mayhem.

I write everyday and I am correcting my latest novel, Charlie. The continuation of the McLaughlin Family saga. Merry Christmas my friends and I hope a happy ending of the year. I hope you continue to have a great new year, prosperous and healthy. I have several friends who became seriously ill. I hope they have a speedy recovery to enjoy the holiday season and life.

I am working on a second short story book and find myself stuck on chapter seven. Five pages into the chapter I realize I wrote a similar story in my first short story book. I need to start over with a new story. Any ideas? Pass them along, until next time Merry Christmas and Happy New Year! 🎆 

Excerpt from Charlie;

Chapter four

The Killer Nun

Lucky and Carla arrive home after three relaxing months. They bought a cheap piece of property with a view of the Pacific Ocean on the Nicoya Peninsula. It is noted for the octogenarian population who live on fish, rice, and beans. They loved the visit, although it was quite hot and humid.  He congratulates Charlie on the two jobs she took on and wants to hear about them. The second task was more exciting as Charlie explains in detail that experience with a killer nun.

“ Twenty days ago Father John from St Thomas Catholic School called and said a woman was disguising herself and killing young men in his parish. None of the men were older than twenty-five and were to be married. A woman is murdering the men with an eight-inch hunting knife. A nun would counsel them on marriage and have sex with them, killing them after sex. The murders took place in a local hotel room, and the maids are finding the dead men when they enter the rooms to clean. One maid saw a nun leaving the room as she was doing her chores. Can you believe that Dad, a nun killing young men?” Says Charlie.

“Yes, I had a case of a priest who was killing young teenagers who had sex with him. Anything is possible in a sick world, Charlie.” 

Lucky is enjoying Charlie’s story.

“ The FBI and local police were going nowhere with the case, so Abe called us in. Something about the Catholic Church putting pressure on them to solve the crime. So I went undercover as a wedding planner, low and behold a nun shows up for a wedding seminar of forty clients. Couples wanting a beautiful wedding. The nun walks right up to me, Dad and hugs me for the great service we provide. Before she leaves I put a microdot GPS locator on her dress which Claire invented.”

“Another Claire invention!” Exclaims Lucky smiling as Claire walks into the room with Jazz and Carla. 

“Jazz volunteered to be my assistant as the wedding planner. Jazz figured out who the next victim was going to be; Jacob Stein who was marrying Judith Grimes. Jacob took hold of Judith rather roughly as the nun showed her disdain but never interfered. We kept a close eye on the nun before she left the premises we got a picture of her face and did facial recognition. We found a match! She is waiting at the altar for her fiancée who never shows for the ceremony; she tracked him down and murdered him in front of friends and family. She had snapped at the wedding and was given psychiatric help, but searched out her ex and stabbed him to death. She dropped the knife and sat down next to her mother in law to be and stared off into the distance until the police arrived. She was taken to a mental facility and deemed insane. She escaped her care by overwhelming the head nurse. With keys for the building and the nurse’s car,  she stole a nuns smock and strolled out of the facility. The nuns smock was an extra outfit for a Sister Jo that worked part-time at the facility. She is a cunning individual with a sick mind,” Says Charlie.


E5722FB7-CA88-4457-97C1-42AFC00739DBLife is amazing! One minute it is pouring rain and the next you have a beautiful Rainbow.  This blog has been inconsistent the last two months because of inconsistent WIFI and my I Pad took a dump! I could not get it to charge the battery 🔋. My girlfriend Corina played with restoring the battery charging and suddenly it began to charge. I went two days of frustration doing exactly what she did. It must be her electric personality.

Corina gave me renewed energy to begin writing again. I enjoy sitting in my chair, facing the lake, more than sitting at the desk with my computer. The I Pad is more convenient and the view is marvelous.


Hello! How can you not be inspired and let your imagination flow. I missed writing on my I Pad and looking at God’s nature. Summer is on the verge and the rains will lessen In December and I have renewed energy. My book The Chameleon Returns is fo sale in Amazon and Barnes and Noble, or at the Litfire publication bookstore. Check our my link below. The Chameleon Returns is a sequel to The Man With a Limp. Check out the bookstore below. Thank You, TM Nugent.


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Chapter 2

The Kidnapping of Charlie

Lucky is happy things have settled down. He is glad the President realizes he is happy running his company. Everyday Lucky receives a phone call from a magazine, newspaper, the internet and a writer wanting to write a book about Lucky’s experience. No Thanks is always Lucky’s reply; I will write my book  is his answer. Lucky and Jack are still busy,  between bombing attempts, terrorist, the school and Curt calling for help. Charles and Joshua have taken control of the business as Thomas and Jack are busy finding work and students to keep everyone busy. Lucky has stayed out of the limelight.

 Lucky has been on the road promoting his new book; The assassination of President Alexander.The President was kind enough to write the introduction of the book. 

Lucky called it a true story and used real names in the book. The execution of Vice President Saunders, Congressman Swanson, and Chairman Bowers on National Television for the attempted murder of the President. The trial for treason was short because the evidence was overwhelming. It was a sad day for America when the executions took place. Lucky hated the sight of three Gallows on the Television. He refused to watch it. His book shot up to number one and sold the movie rights for twenty-five million dollars. Life is good because he chooses what television shows he goes on and he knows the questions ahead of time. Lucky takes his family on the road with him. Jerry flies Lucky to all his book signings and shows appearances. None of his family is on the shows, not even Carla. Lucky wants privacy for the family.

Lucky has been on the road for a year but kept up with his business affairs. Always in touch with Jack who is running the company. Charles, Joe,  Joshua, and Maria are out on assignments. Lucky and his family are finally home in Santa Cruz and asked for a team meeting. Tomorrow everyone will be together for a Barbecue. Time to relax and enjoy family and friends. The highlight of being home is surfing with his daughter Charlie. Today is Charlie’s tenth birthday as she hits the surf while Dad is getting ready. Charlie hits her first wave and falls off. Jack watches her fall and waits for her to come back up, she never does. Jack runs into the surf and grabs Charlie’s board. He throws it on the beach and jumps into the waves to find Charlie; she is nowhere in the water. Her board ties were cut with a sharp knife.

Happy Fourth of July-2018

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!

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 😊




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


What makes you 😃

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IMG_4192What makes you happy?  As I begin to get ready to travel to the USA, I look at my three girls, Corina , my soulmate, LaLa and LuLu, my faithful dogs 🐕, unless there is a treat involved, I find the realization that for the first time I will miss them. That is what life change is all about; Costa Rica does that to you. Calm beaches, friendly people and good friends. Having a project can be difficult at times. Small arguments over spending our hard earned retirement money on the building and sacrificing our time to the new adventure.

Always our dogs are warming and loving, helping Corina and I stop and think of what we have together. I sit at our property yesterday and contemplate our beautiful surroundings. We will have many enjoyable days, years , hours at our new home over looking Lake Arenal in Quanacaste, Costa Rica.

We will drink natural juices, Margaritas at times and lay in our hammock made for two. I am leaving for Nevada and California for twenty-two days to visit old friends and family. I need to go to Crocket, California for my taxes. Karol has done my taxes for thirty years; why change now?

I sit in my duplex thinking of my girls in Costa Rica and I can not help but feel happy that we will be together soon. I can feel their warmth as we huddle together in bed, being awaken by an occasional scratching by one of the dogs. I miss watching Corina as she talks to the dogs and LuLu props up a listening ear and makes me laugh. I caught a cold on the plan and slept a great deal last night. Eating too much with too many beers helped me sleep all night. My brother and I celebrating my return after a one year absence. Today I travel to visit Rob and Lisa, close in laws who kept in touch after my wife passed away.

Then onward to Northern CAlifornia and taxes and visits to friends in Anthioch, Pittsburg, and Rocklyn California. I am sure we will reminisce about old times and have many questions asked to me about our property adventure. I sit here smiling enjoying the memory of good friends. Are your fortunate to have friends from your old neighborhood? I will end my trip back in Las Vegas at my duplex. My brother Al and I will celebrate our Irish heritage on St Patrick’s day, March 17th. I am sure we will drink a green beer and eat corn beef and cabbage and have a great time, you do the same, Pura Vida!

Lala and Lulu and the Armadillo

The Armadillo was on the lawn
Minding his own business
Having a stretch and yawn
Enjoying the bright morning sun

When suddenly who should appear
Lala and Lulu following from the rear
Two rambunctious little dogs
Eager to tag along

Barking and pestering from inches away
Biting at the armadillo’s tail asking him to play
Slowly, cautiously he starts to move
Lala swats at his legs,he turns to show he disapproves

Then he darts to the bushes to hide
Vanishing before their eyes
Lala on one side, Lulu the other
Search the bush for their new found brother

Frantically they search to find their friend
Only to realize their play has come to an end
Mister Armadillo escaped through the fence
Using a very smart defense

“He had scurried down to end through a hole
Too small for the dogs to follow
Bark,bark they would call out
Asking the armadillo to turn about

He would turn up his tail
Scurry away as the dogs continue to wail
Lala and Lulu would run up and down the fence
Until all their energy had been dispensed

Slowly they trot up the driveway
Still peeking at the fence along the way
Hoping to take one more peek
For the friend they wish to keep”

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Violence in our World:App Games

Pura Vida
The Heart is the doorway to the soul

I like to play Words With Friends, a free app I bought through my App Store, but it comes with ads of various types. Hence, the Nugent Coat of Arms as my picture today. Can you tell me why our human nature is prone to violence? Every ad I receive is about senseless battles of grunt warfare. Fifty soldiers annihilated by two hundred and so on to high number of casualties. Robot warfare blowing up everything in sight. Can you tell me why this is so important?

I remember Vietnam, my friends coming home with shattered minds, missing limbs,blind, all sorts of terrible things came out of that war the soldiers never had control. My friends with cancer because of Agent Orange. I feel fortunate that I was smart enough to join the United States Air Force and never went to war. I realize how terrible war is, yet we promote it in our daily lives in our television shows, computer toys, smart phone ads and movies. I promote violence as a way to justice in my new novels; which makes me wonder about myself. Do I enjoy a good war flick or novel? Yes, does that mean I am a sick individual who promotes violence  and then complains about the mass killings in our recent society?

I like the hero versus evil scenario, but do our senseless wargames promote the Illness plaguing our society today? I have owned guns and believe we have the right to potect ourselves, but how do you protect your family against the sick who watches senseless killing games and shows that have no meaning of right or wrong? That is the conundrum! I can eliminate ads on my word game by paying the monthly fee or ignore them. Every week I read about a mass killing in a mall, high school or event. We are truly a sick society and need to protect our selves. I feel sorry for families who raise kids in this crazy 😜 world. How do they protect their kids from the onslaught of violence on our airwaves?

I will continue to play Words With Friends because of the camaraderie on the chat pages  and the challenge of besting my competitors with words. It is a nonviolent game.


Pura Vida

Body and Soul
She gave herself to you body and soul
When you felt small she made you whole
Her smile would break anyones ice
She was truly that nice

Helping others was a way of life

She did not like a good fight
Or giving one an emotional blow
It was hard for her to say no
She gave herself to you body and soul”

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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What is the essence of being?

img_0001What makes us uniquely individual? Who am I? Am I woven into the fabric of my family? Is my life predetermined or is there free will? What makes me wish to celebrate my Irish ancestry? What about you? Do you ever think about your purpose in life or does society make us what we become?

I was often fascinated by the great leaders of our time; Alexander the Great, What made him want to conquer? That drive to overwhelm and lead or was it greed, to take and not give. Yet, we have immortized great savages as great rulers who enslave a country because they are stronger, mightier. Geghis Khan, the greatest expansionist the world ever knew, grew by brute force, murder and mayhem.

I like gentle giants whom could easily overwhelm physically, but have that inner kindness which protects and not injure. Should that be the way of the world 🌍? I look at the many mistakes I have made in my life and concider myself the luckiest man in the world. I may not be rich monetarily, but I am rich with close family and friends I keep in touch with. It amazes me as I stare at the picture above, looking for my tarnish essence and I promise myself to work at polishing its glow.

Kindness, generosity of spirit, are a way to good health and prosperity. What do you feel you can do to better yourself in this new year? When I creep back to bad memories, I flush it from my mind and work at remembering what is good in my life, family and friends, no time for pity parties over past mistakes. Is there a friend in your life that needs a hand? It is a good way to rid your mind of what ifs.

What is your essence? Make it glow! 💥PURA VIDA!

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A Thousand Kisses

I have a thousand kisses only for you
That line came from a scripted cue
From a rough lonely cowboy
Whom finally found life’s joy

A movie with a tough realization
Love has expectations
A thousand kisses for everyday
Tenderness willingly paid

This realism I find true
I have a thousand kisses for you
Not a few as many do
A thousand you can use

Make up kisses along the way
When arguments seem to sway
Kisses for kissing sake
Kisses to make you awake

Kisses to wipe away tears
Kisses to remind you of our wonderful years
Kisses of love and gratitude
Kisses only for you



The year in retrospect

img_3198Like the sun setting over the mountains, so is the old year of 2017. In a few day it will be a new year. How do you feel about 2017? Myself, I feel I had a great year personally. I wrote Short Stories by Timothy M Nugent and a novel called The Man with a Limp which is going to press this week. I have written two follow up novels; the Chameleon Returns and Charlie.  I Will publish the latter books in 2018; I am currently writing Brooks Mc Laughlin which has forty thousand words so far. I enjoy writing ✍️ and will continue to learn as I go. Do you have a passion you must do everyday?

Corina and I are building a house with a cabina. We hope to be living in the cabina by March. We keep ourselves fairly busy; Corina does painting, macrame, and she loves to cook. We very seldom go out to eat, why? Because Corina is an excellent cook 👩‍🍳, it is hard to beat her meals. We are living the good life and have no regrets moving to Costa Rica. We will renew our residency in 2018 and continue to build. Once in the cabina, we will work on on garden of fresh fruits and vegetables 🌽.

We have not explored the country because of the money we need to build and we will save up for a small trip this year. How does Mexico Sound? Any ideas away from all the tourists traps? I hope you can look back and be happy with your decisions in 2017. I hope your family was involved in your adventures. Until next year,



It Came to Pass

It came to pass; the grand old woman went to the great beyond.
All her subjects, her sons and daughters for whom she was fond,
Comforted her as she searched for the light,”
“Eased her pain to give her clarity and insight.

To search for those who went before,
Those whose stories were legends of lore,
Through the darkness of past pain she traveled,
Through the shadows of light bedeviled.

Soon the glare of white shown clear
Her three sisters she held dear.
Mother and father held out their hands,
Welcoming their daughter to the Promised Land.

Husband, with his head held low,
Asking forgiveness to rescue his glow,
Tarnished by years below.”
“With her wisdom, she would bestow.

Two figures step into the light,
The last to acknowledge her graceful flight.
Two brothers, her sons long traveled past,
Welcoming the grand old lady at last.

Her journey complete, a life well lived,
Her vessel quietly asleep, it gave all it could give.
It came to pass.
Her rest is eternity; a new life begins.

I will miss you, Mom.”

Do you play words with friends?

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERADo you play words with friends?  I use to play Scrabble with my wife quite often. We bought a travel scrabble game and we took it on every weekend getaway. We would sit at the Borg Hotel across from the Pacific Ocean on Ocean Avenue in Monterey  and play Scrabble after our walk on the walk and bike lanes that follows the shoreline. We would talk endlessly about everything while we played the word game. She always outscored me, but I enjoyed being with her and never felt stupid as I worked at beating her at the game. After all, she was an office manager who corrected the bosses correspondence.When she passed away in two thousand and eight I was an angry man. Angry at my failings and angry at not being able to enjoy a simple pleasure in life, playing Scrabble on the beach in Monterey with my wife. I was angry the Lord who took my precious soulmate away from me in the prime of her life. All my past transgressions seemed to haunt me and one day I had enough with my self pity and hit the road to travel the USA and write poetry. On this road of discovery, I rode to places my wife and I had never been and I felt her presence. I found myself talking to her as I rode; Brandon , Oregon, Lincoln, Oregon, Seattle Washington in a down pour of rain. The rain isn’t bad when you have the right gear, is it Honey? I began to think I was losing my faculties and I began to write poetry. It was as if she told me to go to a hotel in Seattle and begin.

On that trip I accidentally found Words With Friends. I was searching for a dictionary I could use on my I Pad and It popped up on my google search and I pushed it. I down loaded the game and became addicted to it. I like the game because you can converse to people as you play. You talk in text format,chat. That game brought back found memories and slowly washed away a great deal of guilt as I began to remember the great times with Marian, my wife and the great friends I have. Like the group in the picture who never left me when my wife passed away. Always inviting me for weekend rides. Never asking me why I am quiet at some particular moment. Always glad to see me and helped me through a difficult time.

I wish to thank my friends, Gary and Debbie Shannon, Sam and Melody Baugh, Steve Merys, and Kim and Kathy Steiner. We all keep in touch with each other even though I live in Costa Rica, following a dream. They helped me through a long grieving process that takes years to lessen the pain of loss. Words With Friends helped to bring me joy and peace into my life. I develop new friends and bring back Grand memories.

I write constantly, I do not worry if my writing is great, only that it is enjoyed. I will never be a Hemingway, Fitzgerald, or Poe; I hope to be enjoyed and make my readers think and hopefully help along the way to peacefulness. For me peace is a way of enjoying life, unencumbered with guilt, fear, or resentment. Life is too short, open your heart for it is the gateway to your soul. Pura Vida.

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✌️ Peace

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Lucky is a quiet man and does not speak about the war in Iraq; it was a terrible experience and he is working at forgetting his experience. Lucky enters the restaurant with Max. He goes to the counter and chooses an end sit and Max lays down beside him.

“Can I get you some coffee,? I ask.

“Hi Jack, a cup of coffee would be great.”

I turn around and get a cup of coffee, a menu, and hand it to Lucky.


He orders his usual breakfast,

“Joe’s Special’; garlic, hamburger, spinach mixed into scrambled eggs with Monterey Jack cheese over some spicy potatoes.”

Lucky is enjoying his breakfast;

“Youknow Jack, I love this breakfast. If I have bad breath, the garlic definitely mask it.”

Lucky laughs as I smile and thank him for coming in.

“Glad you enjoy the breakfast,” I say.

“Too early for the servers to come in Jack?”

“Yes, the next person comes in an hour,” I say.

I excuse myself and turn to talk to my cooks to plan our day. Fifteen minutes later I hear a ruckus. I see a transient laying on the ground and Lucky has his walking stick pressed on the man’s chest.

”Why did you kick my dog asshole?”

As Lucky pushes harder on his stick.

“He was growling at me!” The man bellows out.

“Of course, because you were acting menacingly towards me and he is taught to protect me at all times. If I let you up will you leave peacefully?”

“Yeah, let me up.”



Does God’s mighty thunder scare you?


At five this morning a mighty storm approached my litttle town, Aguacate, Costa Rica. I have lived here for two years and do not remember a storm of such magnitude and rage in the early morning.

IMG_4108I lay in bed awake, my eyes closed, my puppies hugging me closely as the lightning lights up the black clouds above. I count the seconds for the sound of thunder. A half second later, craaaaak! As the thunder rolls through the sky. Rolling slowly above our little home. Immediately another flash of lightning, like in the movie Frankenstein, where the electrodes on his head flash with lightning to awaken the monster from death. I could reach up my hammer to the sky like the ancient God Thor in Viking mythology, the lightning was so close and fearful.

Have you ever felt this sensation as if you were part of the storm. Feel the electricity surrounding your body as the shock waves move the wind and air. The sky unzippered and a multitude of rain crashes to the ground with such force that the river flowed, flowed high over the rocks  and made a roar of a diesel locomotive. The bumbling sound of the river rolling over the rocks disappeared along with my comforting sensation. Craaack!, a flash of lighting, another flash, crack! Craaaack! Craaaaaack! Another flash of lightning that felt like it hit the ground next to our open screens in our bedroom as I feel the heat from this violent storm. Another bright flash followed by a very violent, load craaaaack! A sound of a tree splitting in half a block away. I hope no one is hurt, I think to my self as Mr puppies jump up in unison barking to chase off this natural intruder.

I calm the dogs down as they return to my side and lay close to my body. Their ribs rubbing against me rapidly expanding nervously as they pant. I pet them softly, it’s ok girls, God and his Angels are bowling and hitting a lot of strikes, as I remember my Mother calming her children as they sit on the couch and Daddy watches us during a storm smiling peacefully. Funny how storms bring back memories of my young youth. Slowly the lightning abates and moves away being less frightening. I can hear the thunder ten miles away as I count the seconds to the thunder.

The dogs are calm and relaxed as LuLu licks my hand as if to say thank you for protecting me. I pet her and LaLa gently, feel their gentle breathing return. It is seven in the morning as I listen to the storm in the distance. The phone rings, I know it is Corina calling to see how we are doing. She will fly back to Costa Rica tomorrow after a month in the states. Boy, will I have a story to tell her. Pura Vida! How I love it in Costa Rica! Read my poems and feel Costa Rica in “Poems From Costa Rica,” my bookstore below. TMNugent Books LLC.


Thunder And Lightning

It was a quiet night
Laying in bed with my dog just to my right
Watching T.V. With an ice tea in my hand
I took a sip and then it began

With a thunderous clap the lightning did glare
It brightened the room like an emergency flare
My dog jumped up and ran around the room
He would run , he would zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

He ran until he was tired
I found him in the bathroom:
I thought he expired
He would shake as the thunder did sound
As the lightened glared all around

I laid in the tub right beside him
Until the storm passed and it was calm within
I got out of the tub
Reached down and gave him a rub

I said, ” it’s o.k. Boy”
I went out the door and he followed with great joy
We went outside the storm had passed
It took awhile but he was finally relaxed

He took time to do his business
Ran to me with great eagerness
Barking all the way
Hugging him was a great price to pay
For my companion