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AMEN

James G Austin '69

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11May

Moving Day

I am changing my blogs from here to James Greer Austin on YouTube.  I have never been able to upload videos here, so I am now daily on my own channel there.

For the few weeks, I have received more comments on You Tube than here, so Please Follow Me there.

James G Austin '69



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From My Idaho Buddy

A bit "politically UNcorrect", but that's what is worth sharing:

"The way I see it you have a few problems interfering with getting a new identification:

  • 1) You’re not aware of breaking any laws
  • 2) You’re Caucasian
  • 3) You’re male
  • 4) You speak English rather fluently albeit with a modified Texas slant from living in so many foreign, white dominated states
  • 5) You’re still one of those fanatical, crazy, Baptists who only believe in one GOD
  • 6) You’re an anti-abortion activist

Now you can’t change the first two and at you advanced age, I’m not sure it would be worth your becoming ‘Jeannette’. Of course the last three could be overcome if you were willing to submit to a ‘social reeducation’ (or is it a social reduction?) program! Have blessed day! And as my miniature Australian Shepherd would say, “If ever you’re troubled, it will vanish like a bubble if you’ll only take the trouble just to throw a ball for me. (Or just give me a belly rub!)”

The Truth Hurts!  If I were posting on Facebook today, I can't think of a better thing to say but what has already been said by Apostle Paul in Ephesians 4:15:

Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will grow to become in every respect the mature body of him who is the head, that is, Christ.

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

James G Austin, '69

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The Son of Man is not the son of a man


Famous people get more attention than Jesus.  While playing on stage at the Desert inn in Las Vegas, our cast members were “celebrities”1st.  Even after the show closed, for years, I was treated with “Celebrity status  in all casinos.  It was a “heady” experience. The publicity directors of all of them always gave us VIP treatment. That stopped when we stopped going to shows there. My image was on all Nevada Resort Association and Desrt Inn TV spots.  That all stopped when we stopped going. I  was the only Principal actor who remained there after our year-long run. Along with my daily stint on-air at KORK radio, I was “somebody”.  Today?  Forgotten and unknown.  Fickle Fame is Fleeting, thus of no eternal value, but while it flames, it’s a Hoot. A former SFA student recognized me this past week at the Brazos County inoculation tent and was very kind. He and his wife were volunteers. When he walked up  to our car as Martha parked in “Hadicapped” parking and recognized her as a former classmate it was reunion time, but when she sais, “you remember my dad?”, he nearly fainted! I did too! He called his wife over and we had a great reunion, right there. He wasn’t;t in my choir and she played in the band. I had to do my traditional PA announcement that I did for 14 years and the they both “escorted” us to be the first to receive our shots. My caregiver and I got them at the same time. Martha’s comes later. I had not had that much celebrity attention in years and it was extremely pleasant, but humbling.  It‘s nice to be appreciated While you’re alive, donchaknow.

it reminds me of how the only sinless, perfect man is treated today. Dr. Luke wrote about him in his gospel. In Luke 19:10, he writes this:

“For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.“. And we have totally ignored it. So did those who lived in Jesus’ day.   Shameful.

In have been without a state ID for several years. I finally got an appointment and was told that a copy of a notarized birth certificate was not acceptable. Isn't it funny that a native son, at the age of 90, is denied an ID, when so many who climb a fence have no problem at all.  Tis a Puzzlement.

And yhat's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my little corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

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Then and Now

It's good to take stock since my mind is still stuck in 1959 and my body has arrived to today.  Lots of stuff has fallen, donchaknow. Really. I used to be able to see my toes, standing, looking straight down.  The shower entrance here at 2209 seems to have shrunk.  The only pillI took in '59 was probably Coricidin"D".  I could walk at a fast clip, leaping to the stage and never gasped.   Vision was corrected by single lense glasses and I could hear folks whisper in the other room.  Back then I could lie flat in bed, sleep a full 8-hours and leap up an start my day.  I could stay up until midnight and drink coffee all day. I didn't have to wear 'special underwear' and could go all day without a bathroom break.  I was on top of the world and looked with pity at those who were my age now.  i could climb a ladder to clean out gutters and had all the grip anyome could need. I could sing close to three octaves and I could really sing!

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"Good and Perfect" is not found in Amazon

Our house is well known by Amazon drivers.  Theycan bring just about everything my little heart desires. I've not had to send very many things back, and the same is true of WalMart.  Facebook is a mystery.  It seems soft porn is allowed but trut, real truth, is censored.  Why?  it saddens me that there isn't another option for friends to gather. Or, perhaps we have no interest in socializing anymore.  I plan to have a social gathering for friends this summer.  I have no idea as to when post-shots one is virus free, or if that is even possible.  It has been a week since my second shot and all seems to be well. (I have thought, "What is all this distancing, masks and fear is baseless?) I do l do know that our Creator is much smarter than we are.  As a believer, it is my stand on Faith that I am safe from all alarms, but it seems to be more intelligent not to take dumb chances.  I pray that all we've gone through over the past years was legitament.  I have lost my Social Security card!  I have applied six times, gone through the process of receiving a special code that will allow me to access my account and I never get that code.  I made reservations for a legal State ID and had everything I thought I needed and was told that a scanned copy of a 'legal' Birth certificate wasn't enough to get me to the desk of an official State ID issuer!  Now, I await a visit from a DMV representative to come to my home and enroll me. I am also told that my Doctor can give me a copy of my health history and that will afford proof of my existence??  'Tis a puzzlement!  it's a very unsettling feeling that a ninety-year-old Native Son has more difficulty getting a legal ID than someone from across our border who climbed a fence. 

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my little corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

James G Austin '69


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How Things Have Changed!

Took a Jeep ride with my son-in-law Wednesday. The weather was perfect and since we had his service dog with us, all was well. When I left Bryan, back in early ‘70, most of the roads Darrin took were not much more than narrow lanes, but not now. We took Highway 30 into where Harry Stiteler’s place was and all that land has been developed into  very upscale community. Very large homes and many more under construction. I couldn’t find the fine stock ponds that Harry had stocked with bass. 

I am amazed at the change in B/CS.  Actually it should read CS/B,since A&M has taken over a lot more acreage.  Sadly, we sat at the entrance of what was Texas World Speedway and I thought back to that first race.  I had a tiny production company, “Sound Ideas“, that was a two-man radio production outfit and at that time was chairman of the Brazos County March of Dimes. One of our board members’ husband was in charge of the speedway and I volunteered to promote that first race.  What is out there now is just a hump in the ground, blocked off by security fencing. Funny, but I felt that same thrill felt on race day back yonder.

All of it came flashing back When I had the pleasure of recording the words of Bill France. Sr. when he was inducted, posthumously, into the NASCAR Hall of Fame in Charlotte.

it is a blessing to once again live in Bryan, Donchaknow. Really.

And that’s what I get from my box of Chocolates right here in my little corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

Gig ‘em!

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25Apr

Aggie Muster

I missed it!  Just in case my last COVID shot acted up, I took a sleeping pill around 7 and it worked!

The traditions of Aggieland make it special.  The annual gathering honoring those aggies who have passed on is loaded with emotion.  Folks who have never experienced the power of respect for our traditions have no clue, but there isn't one present student nor former Student, that doesn't feel it.  my brothers and sisters gather all over the world in April to take time to honor our alma mater and those whom we have lost that year.  This year invited folks gathered in Reed Arena, and thousands participated on the web. I slept through it!  

To all who love Texas A&M as I do, may we never lose the Aggie Spirit and may we continue to honor our Aggie family by serving the proper and good we found on our hallowed campus. God Bless Us, each and everyone!

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my virus free little corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

James G Austin '69

Gig 'em


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Back for More

you may have thought I had fallen in a hole or perhaps had the 'Gestapo' knock on my door, but alas, the reason for my absence was simple.  My Mac is sick and in the shop.  This is on my antique PC that has a mind of its own.  I now am three days away from my final COVID shot and then I plan to get out a bit.  The first thing I will do is find a good restaurant here in Bryan/College Station that serves Liver and Onions.  No one will provide me with my favorite dish, so I shall search and savor. 

 It also concerns me that my university is drifting more into left field.  I have a powerful love for Texas A&M University.   I never would have dreamed that tradition as solid as that established over a century would ever be in danger of abominable philosophy.   Texas A&M has always stood for Honor, God and Country.  The power of getting it done in spite of opposition and difficulty has been the backbone of this campus.  It hasn't always come easy, but the focus has always been on team work and determination.  We are now focusing on detritus in the classroom.  We are so lost in social situations, we've lost sight of the truth of life.  Texas Aggies are into selfies and social ills and none of them have the right prescription for the cure.  Black Lives have always mattered.  All lives matter.  It saddens me to see us wallow in hopelessness when the whole basic nourishment for mankind is already written in Scripture.  

It is up to common sense by Former Students to bring about a return to Godly Truth in Education.  Too many souls will be lost unless all of us return to living Godly lives.  We must not continue to drift toward disaster.  This foolishness of social concerns isn't where we need to be spending our time and energy.  Aggies! We have Our Own Swamp to drain at the corner of Texas Avenue and University Drive!  

Someone on first name baby placing the wrong people in seats of authority and behind classroom desks.  Investment in what is happening now is only a waste.  You cut off the funding and then see how well our board listens!  You can start by joining the Rudder Association.  (www.rudderassociation.org)

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my little corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

James G Austin '69


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Are You Kidding Me?! 

Board of Regents, if you have placed a lady Liberal in the President's Chair, you have raised a very large red flag among Former Students.  Allowing such a travesty of leadership curdles our milk! It's bad enough that our Athletic Director has encouraged rebellion against that we hold dear, now you have opened the door for pom poms with"diversity,equity and inclusion.  All creations by the SINisterminister!

I cannot believe the spirituality of Texas A&M has moved so far left!  Our leadership is treasonish!  

Wake Up, Former Students!  Do we really want everything from Yell Leaders, the 12th Man, HOWDY!, Midnight Yell Practice and common sense disappear from our campus?

Think about it before you sign that next check.

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my little corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

James G Austin '69

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Cattle Calls

Anyone who has ever been involved in professional theater cringes at the mention of "Cattle Calls".  We all experienced them, but the only times I was hired was out-of-the-blue.  Living in Houston, there were many opportunities and they were attended by many hopeful actors.  I stopped attending after half-a-dozen.  It was happenstance that I was part of the Houston company of "The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas". 

I was doing over-nights at KODA-fm in Houston. We had just moved from Bolivar to south Houston, saving me that ferry trip each night.  Just as the Cowboy/Steeler Super Bowl was beginning I got a call from one of the other guys working at KODA. He said to call Sydy Rojo.  I knew her from a summer in Kerrville doing summer stock at the Point Theater.  She was assistant stage manager of the up-and-coming production of ''The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas", Houston company opening at the Tower Theater.  That show was to play 8-weeks, but ticket sales were longer than that and we played a year, then on the road to twenty-six cities, closing in honor of Dolly's movie in 1982 at the Desert Inn.  That tour was a HOOT!  We stayed on in Vegas and had a great run in radio, television, training films for the Diocese of Boston and leading worship at three churches over the next 23 years.  

As I sit here in my little corner, it is obvious that my heart has always been here where God blessed me with a fine group of young people who in turn blessed those to whom the ministered.  I have awards, trophies and great memories of wonderful moments, but none compare to SO Good1

And that's what I get from My Box of Chocolates right here in my little corner studio under the shadow of Kyle Field.

AMEN

James G Austin '69

I intended to include this from Romans yesterday:

"You see, at just the right tim, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous person, though for a good person someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrated his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ Died for us."


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