The Lake

IMG_3219Mornings are beautiful in San Luis, Costa Rica. This picture is from La Mission in Arenal. It is a great sunset looking from the outside dining area. As you can see, Costa Roca has it all; lots of green, great sunsets and sunrises, and in this part of the country great weather. I live in San Luis and have a great view of Lake Arenal. If you are a writer, you cannot help but be inspired. The air is fresh, people are kind, and great vegetable markets.

When I first arrived in Costa Rica, I had high blood pressure, a penchant towards Diabetes and a gloomy outlook in life and I took the plunge; I bought property and never looked back. No more worries about life, no Diabetes, or high blood pressure. Isn’t that what living is about? No stress, plenty of exercise, and something to look forward too-Living Pura Vida!

I have written eight books since dropping my feet on the Costa Rican rich black soil. My imagination is inspired by the people and the freshness in the air. Yes it rains a lot, but the temperature here is mild. It never gets colder than fifty-eight degrees or no hotter than ninety-one (only trice), it is usually below eighty-six degrees. Pura Vida! It has everything; inexpensive groceries and a healthy living. Cars and Gasoline are expensive; five to six dollars a gallon for gas and a car Twenty-five years old cost four thousand dollars.

Corina and I like  our cabin overlooking Lake Arenal. It is quiet, a comfortable place to live where you never hear of murder, or mass killings. My kind of comfort, Pura Vida!

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The Place

Living

“Crying Inside
She held my hand tight
She knew something was not right
We continued our walk
I was not ready to talk

Money was tight
I was crying inside
I lost my job
I feel myself being robbed

My life is upside down
My house is foreclosure bound
Two years to pay off the contract
My house was the first one in the tract

The corporation closed its doors
After a bitter take over war
Lost my pension as it erupted
They did fine; they bankrupted

I am crying inside
My family and I will survive
Will the bank forgive my loan?
Can I save my home?

The government saved the banks
Who do I have to thank?
I am crying inside”

Excerpt From
Timothy M. Nugent: A Collection of Poems
Timothy M. Nugent
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Living in San Luis, Costa Rica

Buenos Días! Good Morning! 😃Please forgive me, but my hot spot is not strong enough to down load a picture. I have a beautiful sunrise to show you, but it will have to wait for electricity and WiFi to be established into the new house.I feel very fortunate to live in the mountains of San Luis, Tilaran, Costa Rica 🇨🇷. Every morning I wake to beautiful sounds of birds chirping and the monkeys howling at passing by trucks. Few large trucks drive by at five in the morning and we are blessed with nature’s quiet sounds.

The sunrise is spectacular and when I can download a picture I will show you my vision every morning. It is the first day of no morning rain ☔️ and the skies are beautifully blue as the morning sun shines on my face. At four in the morning the stars are bright and twinkling with a cool breeze. My morning shower was cool and refreshing because the water heater is too powerful for the generator. In a week we will have electricity and things will seem normal again as we continue the construction of our property.

My new book, The Chameleon Returns is ready for sale. It is the continuation of the McLaughlin Saga. Novel three, Charlie is in the correction stage;Because the WiFi is weak, I am having trouble editing the book. Looks like I need to drive to the Internet cafe in Tilaran for a few days.

I love the slow pace of San Luis and the little town of Tronadora. Small stores called tiendes to browse through and little seven-elevens called sodas to by grocery odds and ends. Lake Arenal looks gorgeous today;it is a cool morning and will be a lovely day. If you are interested;check out my bookstore below. Just press the links and have fun. Pura Vida!

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Books

Morning Reflections
In Costa Rica, I seem to reflect more
Especially in the early morn
As the rain softly taps on the window pane
Calling me awake this day

Bringing back memories
Those childhood remembrances of family
Playing basketball in the backyard
Chasing little brother around the yard

Sitting in the shade on hot summer days
Playing monopoly all day
Sipping on cool aid
Laughing as we play

I remember riding my bicycle down our rocky roads
Bouncing to and fro
Holding the handlebars tight
Bouncing up and down on the seat real high

Mom calling us with her whistle
Louder than the sound of a guided missile
Calling us from play
Lunch must be ready

The quiet nights with mom and dad
Watching television, we were Bonanza fans
Those days I wish to remember
Brining back loves ember

The rain pounds more loudly
The skies grays cloudy
Memories fade as the storm strengthen
Lightning and thunder cracking

Fondly, the memories fade
Until I awaken to another day”

Excerpt From
Poems from Costa Rica
Timothy Nugent
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Communication

This picture give me a sense of community, solidarity, and the idea of communication.

Monkey And Frog

She used her tokens in many ways
A brilliant idea on lonely days
She was creative in spicing our lives
she knew how to energize

She had a frog with spring loaded hands
which she would put on my night stand
in it’s hands was a love token
it said good for one hug

And a word need not be spoken
I would get into bed give her a gentle tug
I would give her a kiss and a gentle hug
in the morning when I was a sleep

She would get up and not make peep
Over to the vanity she would go
There was the monkey asking for a toll
In itʼs spring loaded hands was a token

Good for one kiss
No words were ever spoken
If you want a marriage to last
A simple monkey and frog is up for the task

Always freely give your kisses and hugs

Some people will say this is a corny Idea, but does it seem like A method was used to communicate? Communication is the art of expressing ones feelings and voice to another in order to enhance understanding. There was a time in our marriage, Marian and I were like islands far apart. Unable to communicate properly, working long hours, she had weekends off while I worked. Many nights I was home after she was in bed.

Too much work, too much parting after work took its toll on our marriage. I was the culprit and had to make changes in my life. Luckily Marian was an extraordinary Individual and changed my way of doing things. She was a proactive individual who saw through my loneliness ( I am sure she was lonely) and began to communicate with the use of those two stuff toys, the monkey and the frog. Soon my excesses slowed down as she asked for more of my time. Partying stopped, no more over drinking excuses like your asleep when I get home after work. I would come home at midnight and my wife would be asleep on our love seat. I would pick her up and take us to bed. Always she would say, “I love You”.

I would find sticky notes everywhere. In my car, on the refrigerator,(her favorite sticky note spot), in my underwear drawer, anywhere she would think I would look. Her skill to communicate in a positive fashion, kept our marriage alive. It made me want to be the same way. We began going out at night on her work days, on my days off; making sure I played golf without getting drunk. We began to enjoy our marriage of thirty-eight years.  Marian passed away at fifty-eight years old. My companion of forty-two years was gone. I thanked God for changing my attitude, or was it Marian who led the class?

If you love someone, you find away to have a better relationship. Pura Vida!

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Love

Relationship

Excerpt From
Odes to Life and Love
Timothy M. Nugent
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Star Wars

img_4388Let freedom ring! Sound  bells and let the world know we are adding a new service to the military. It will be a branch of the Air Force; The Space Rangers! Wait minute! Wasn’t that a TV SHOW? Did the Pentagon watch the series to get the idea that was thrown around when Ronald Reagan was the boss? We are trillions in debt and the government wants to add Space Cowboys to our already sizable debt. I can here Congress now: Do not worry General, we can cut food stamps, welfare, school lunches, social security, Obama Care, but we are not cutting out our candy machines.

Life is good knowing Stars Wars Inc is protecting the universe. We do need our satellites with the stars. Could you imagine a country blowing out an ATT, or Comcast Satellite; the riots would really begin. I will go back to my writing, the Government is tiring out my mind and body with their new schemes. Maybe congress should make a special election,(like Obama Care that was thrown down  our throats even though we did not want it), let the people decide. That would be a new concept, wouldn’t it?

Law suits everywhere! Spending money to stop the Ruskies at every turn. Impeach the President, jail this judge, oversite committee  for this and that so congress looks to protectAmerica’s interest as long as a lobbiest has the pay off. Ain’t life grand? Back in Costa Rica I relax and write and pray my country will be alright. Has common sense left the barn? We will see, Hey Harrison Ford, you may get a job offer.

Until next time, read a good book. Interested? Push the links below for my bookstores. Pura Vida!

Space

Cowboys

“New Year

How do you plan?
When the world is in a hot frying pan?
Chaos in Iran, attacking Iraq,
Breaking all international pacts.

Terrorist in Saudi and Afghanistan,
Terrorist in Yemen waiting to join the band;
Fiat currency being devalued,
Stocks and bonds have no value.

Foreclosures throughout the nation,
Joblessness causing exasperation,
Homeless eating out of the trash,
The world heading to economic collapse.

How do you see the future?
How do you sift through all the manure?
The stench of politics making you angry
As you get economically buried.

Sit down and have a beer.
Hold your loved ones close and near.
Forget the government has a plan.
Depend on your mind and make a stand.

Search the world,
Find your pearl,
Where you can live inexpensively;
Carry your social security

“Spend ten dollars for dinner,
Have doctors who are givers,
Rent at three hundred dollars;
A government that is not a bother.

Try Chile, Ecuador, Costa Rica.”

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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Is this the way of the world?

IMG_3904I believe a rainbow is one of the most beautiful, relaxing escapes of nature. After a heavy rainstorm I look forward to looking at a rainbow and feel disappointed when it does not appear. Lately it seems like the world needs a few extra rainbows. I am ready to chuck my Facebook pages and become a hermit. I cannot believe the promotion of negative politics, hate, racism, call to action to cause riots and wars. What have we become in our society today when an actress thinks she can cause havoc with our country? Do not people think for themselves or are they guided like the pied piper syndrome? Listen to my music and follow me to hell. How do those shows exist in our society that promote attacks on celebrities in an orchestrated attack to make money? Why did not the celebrity stand up and walk away instead of listening to that tirade? By the way the comedian looked ridiculously hateful.

What do you think? I am tired of excerpts being cut from interviews to bend a point of view. Do you feel the same as I do? What people do not understand is the power of kindness, understanding, and the ability to sift through all the BS. Do I have to spell it out? In order to eliminate hate, prejudice, and anger in the world, you cut the head off the snakes. Those who promote hate within their race are wrong! Period, do not give them a forum to speak. Cut off their beloved program, stop electing hate promoters who promise something for nothing and never deliver.

FB is a great media platform, but I am tired of people promoting negative  👎 stories. I hate politics, because it is a platform to promote negativity. Where are the Mr. Smith’s in Washington that promote a moral agenda? Those people who wish to help our country, not tear it down. When was the last time you saw a news program that showed a young black boy running into a burning apartment to save an elderly white woman who is trapped? A white man pulling an Asian man from a horrible car accident and giving him CPR and saving his life. No, news needs to show how people are murdered everyday in Las Vegas, Detroit Michigan, or New Orleans, Louisiana. Have we become that cullused and disingenuous in our nature that we do not like stories with rainbows?

*Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi/Quotes

Where there is love there is life.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Strength does not come from physical capacity. It comes from an indomitable will.

The heart is the gateway to your soul. Open it with love and prosper. Press the link below for my bookstore:

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Love

Country

Fell from the Sky

Angel, you fell from the sky.
You felt my sorrow; you heard my cry.
You touched my shoulder, and I was not alone.
In time of death, the angel shows,

“Show the way through the light.
Show me to my husband’s flight.
Bring me to my family and friends.
Do not desert me at the end.

I led a good life, raised my family well.
Eighty-nine years is quite a spell:
Seen a world war and two police actions,
Saw polio vaccinations have a positive reaction,

Outlived my husband and three sisters,
Independence with no assistance.
Three daughters live close by,
Children I can rely.

Angel, you fell from the sky.
You felt my sorrow, heard my cry
You touched my shoulder, and I was not alone.
A little more time, I am not ready to go.
Thank you, angel.”

Excerpt From
Understanding
Timothy M. Nugent
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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.

Smile

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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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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Lucky

 

“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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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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Litfire

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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