Visions of grandeur entombed forever… a former glory - like the sacred catacombs of our godly heroes now flooded in a flash of neon filth. The onslaught of “progress” and the pestilential stench of civilization ravage the land and it’s inhabitants now more than ever. And so is the trope of the Frontier dissolved…the death of the Wild West. Her native child is vanquished, permanently removed from our minds, and the victor is lost in a sea of irrelevance.

All my childhood happy places are gone. All my life I’ve watched the sacrosanct ripped apart and paved over…and even the pavement dries out and cracks and caves in on itself eventually. But the spirits of this place are alive yet. They are eternal.

The following is a small window into the soul of Old Austin…