Robert Mueller 2019
My Life as the Mueller Report
By Jim Coogan
Jim Coogan was born in XXXXXXXXXXXX. He attended elementary school and high school in XXXXXXXXXXXX where he achieved XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. Graduating from XXXXXXXXXXX college in XXXXX, he XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. In 1968 he XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX and later XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. He was a dedicated XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. During the Nixon presidency he XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX and for that he was XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. Joining the staff at XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX in XXXX, Coogan rose quickly to become XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. Some said that his rapid rise was due to XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. He always denied that, preferring to cite XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX as the reason for his XXXXXXXXXXX. His marriage to XXXXXXXXXXX in XXXX produced three children. Their home in XXXXXXXX was the scene of a number of legendary XXXXXXXXXXXXXX.
Always a person who would XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX, Coogan became well known as an XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. He always said that XXXXXXXX was the high point of his life. Following retirement from XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX after XXXX years, he teamed up with XXXXXXXXXX to form XXXXXXXXXXXXX. That endeavor brought him many XXXXXXXXXXX and saw him named as one of Cape Cod’s most XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. A humble man, Coogan always attributed what he’d become to XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. In 2003, at the age of XXXXX, he began to travel the world, visiting places like XXXXXXXXXXXXX, XXXXXXXXXXXX, and XXXXXXXXXXXX. Coogan always referred to his travels as XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. Few could argue with that. Now in his twilight years, he is usually found XXXXXXXXXX or XXXXXXXXXXXXXX. When asked about this, he says, “XXXXXXXXXXXX and XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX are the reason I get up in the morning.” At XXXX years of age, it’s clear that Coogan views his life as XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX. “I’ve been very XXXXXXXXXXXX,” he noted recently while standing near his XXXXXX. “No one could have ever XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX.”
Angela Merkle 2019
Angela and me
By Jim Coogan
I was in Germany a week ago. While shopping in a little store off Berlin’s Alexanderplatz, I encountered Angela Merkel – literally bumped into her, actually. It wasn’t the first time Germany’s Chancellor and I had come together. A couple of years ago, while in Dresden waiting for a train connection to Prague, I’d noticed her standing on the opposite track platform. It was pretty much the same then. The most powerful woman in the world was still wearing an outfit that was Hillary Clinton, before there was Hillary Clinton. Maybe the color was a bit different but she had the same smile that I remembered from that earlier meeting. It struck me how coincidental it was that we’d meet again by pure happenstance, but there we were. The Chancellor seemed somewhat stiff and I sensed that her formality probably resulted from recognizing me as an American. We stand out like sore thumbs in Europe. I wondered if she was still angry about our National Security Agency tapping her phones a few years ago. Fortunately, I wasn’t wearing a MAGA hat. I knew how she felt about president Trump. Still, she gave no indication of being put off as I approached her. She just stood there. Other shoppers in the store seemed to have no interest in speaking with their leader and they laughed when I asked if someone would take a picture of the two of us – Angela and me. I’ll admit that the entire time our conversation was really one-sided but I knew that she was listening, because when the door to the store opened and a gust of wind came in, she leaned slightly forward as if to hear me better. As I moved to pay for my purchase, I tipped my hat and told her that I hoped her final two years as Chancellor would be good ones. I mentioned that our president was likely in his last two years as well. The two leaders would be going out of office together. As I waved good-bye, her eyes didn’t reveal anything but I did notice that her smile hadn’t changed.