Desperately Seeking Cereal

My newest book is here!

Desperately Seeking Cereal: A Travelogue is available immediately at LuLu.com for only $4.99. This is from the book's description:

"Alone, broke, and abandoned by family and friends, this true story relates how Michael Mangold MD survived being homeless in Nicaragua by using his wits and at times doing the "unthinkable.” With help from unexpected sources like a Roman Catholic priest in Estelí and Mormon missionaries in León, Desperately Seeking Cereal also describes how those who are entrusted to serve the needy and desperate often do so at a cost. If at all.

Desperately Seeking Cereal: A Travelogue starts where Dr. Mangold’s book My Worst Thanksgiving Ever ends: kicking his landlady out after she robbed the house in San Juan del Sur, Nicaragua while he was in the Immigration detention center in Managua. For some unknown reason, an Immigration official told Dr. Mangold that he had three days to leave the country. Intending to help a man from Belize (“Cereal”) instead, the good doctor packed all of his remaining possessions and headed to Managua. When he got there, he discovered that Cereal had been released on a holiday amnesty.

Mangold then switched to Plan B, which was to meet up with Cereal in Matagalpa and then travel to El Salvador to fly home. Unable to find Cereal there or in neighboring Jinotega, Mangold headed to El Salvador alone. But he was mugged one more time in Estelí, robbed of his remaining money. That is where he met Father Rafael who handed him a $50 bill and said “go to León, it is safe there.”

Dr. Mangold took his advice and discovered that the priest was right. For almost a month, Mangold lived the homeless life, begging for food and money, and sleeping most nights outside. Desperate and hungry, he eventually returned to Managua, the last place on earth he ever wanted to be again.

The book is a sequel to My Worst Thanksgiving Ever and the fourth in Dr. Mangold’s “Bridges” series. It is a tale of ugliness and beauty, of evil and good, and how all are to be found in the least expected sources."

I enjoyed writing this book despite the ugliness of some of my experiences. It was not emotionally painful to relive these events, unlike Mythomania nor physically painful like My Worst Thanksgiving Ever. Give it a shot. I hope you enjoy and learn.

The Chicken Coop Fire

This is from the Prologue of my book My Worst Thanksgiving Ever and it describes a totally surrealistic event that happened on the Fourth of July in 2012. At the end, I put a note from my newest book Mythomania which describes a feeble attempt to make sense of the events that day. I say "feeble" because it is difficult to rationalize the irrational:

"The Midwest was in the middle of a heat wave and drought that Independence Day. It was so hot and dry that our Township banned outdoor fires on the 3rd. The closest large municipality, Milwaukee, set a record high of 102º Fahrenheit on the Fourth. I was inside the house on my recliner drinking a cold Diet Mountain Dew when I heard a loud rush of noise, comparable to a speeding semi-truck passing in the opposite direction, except it was constant and getting louder. I looked out of the kitchen window and saw that the chicken coop was on fire. I yelled for my wife Angie to call 9-1-1 and I rushed to put it out.

The coop is so far from the house that the two connected hoses ended about 15-20 feet from the fire. Yelling over the roar of the fire I shouted to our son Ben to grab the hose-end nozzle and throw it to me. I was downhill from the house and saw Angie put the other two children Jon and Savannah, into our S.U.V. which was partway down the driveway. She then shouted something to Ben who had picked up the nozzle to throw to me. He dropped it on the ground. When he turned from his mother to face me, he shrugged his shoulders and started walking towards the vehicle. I yelled again for him to throw me the nozzle. He stopped, looked at me, then faced Angie who said something to him. He started for the S.U.V.

In unbelieving desperation I turned back towards the fire which was so hot that I had to back up a few paces. Placing my right thumb over the end of the hose, I tried to create a stream forceful enough to reach the coop. It was hopeless. Goodwife Angela convinced Ben to abandon me in the midst of an emergency. Later that day, after they took off for God knows where, she told him something that was confusing and schizophrenic-like in its reasoning.

She told him that he was a 'Hero.'”

"The chicken coop fire is pivotal. Angie hid the kids away from me, told her friends that I was 'out of control,' and then proceeded to destroy my life because in her mind, I started the fire. She points to the ticket I got as “proof.” But deliberately starting a fire is arson, which is a felony. I was not charged with arson. I got a misdemeanor citation for having an outdoor fire the day before. Which is what I admitted to the cops. Remember, whenever someone calls 9-1-1 in Wisconsin, they must make an arrest or issue a citation. Ironically, I am the one who told Angie to call 9-1-1. Not only that, I was also the only one in the family who fought the fire. Hardly 'out of control.'”