Austin Brown is the father of two spunky boys and a dimpled daughter, and is married to his high school sweetheart, Rebekah. 

He and his wife are frustrated travelers at heart.  Loading their four-door sedan to the absolute limit, they pile in the family and head off for some wildly remote location.  But when the portable DVD breaks, thus unleashing the bored energy of their children in the cramped quarters, and when the storms roll in, thereby revealing the quality of their thirty dollar tents, or when they have to continually douse their children with “squirt stuff,” aka hand sanitizer, due to the highly questionable nature of campsite bathrooms, they begin to question their idyllic notions of family camping.  Vowing to never again attempt such a feat, the memory of it all nevertheless slowly dims and by the time summer rolls around, they’re off, ready to do it all over again. 

His wife loves few things more than fixing up a house.  So just about the time their home begins to resemble something like a finished home, she spots a “good deal” off yonder, usually a beat up, weed infested abode whispering tales of promise and charm.  Although thoroughly acquainted with HGTV programs, which of course lead them to believe that they can in fact accomplish what only professionals can achieve, neither of them are particularly handy.  But somehow and in some mysterious way (usually with the help of parents), they get it done.  And surprisingly, at least to him, it doesn’t look too bad.         

It’s fair to say that he’s a man of shifting passions.  When a mere pup, he loved few things more than video games and Fruit Roll Ups (though even today he loves blowing up zombies online while playing Left 4 Dead).  A bit later, it was painting fantasy miniatures and playing the competitive card game, Magic the Gathering. 

A change in heart and focus led him to study the Bible and theology, which has proved to be no mere passing fad.  Jesus Christ is central to his life.  Having obtained certificates of theological studies through the Christian and Missionary Alliance, as well as completing some post-graduate work in the Masters of Divinity program at Whitefield Theological Seminary, he remains active in a local church.

At some point along life’s journey, he was given a copy of Moby Dick, and with that, something within him flared to life.  Since he spent the vast majority of his youth playing video games and generally acting like a clown, not so much as reading two pages of the assigned works in his English literature classes, he didn’t know what great fiction looked like… what it felt like… what it could do to a man.  Like never before, it became clear that words were things meant to be played with, cracked open, woven together and figured out.  His hand suddenly ached to write.  And before long, he was sitting before a keyboard, writing, feeling the pleasure of stumbling across a sublime stroke of the pen.  They are a rarity, but when it happens, great is the joy.

They say to write about things you know, and so, having spent more than fifteen years plodding along the sidewalks of Indiana, ever inquisitive about human nature, continually battling dogs of all shapes and sizes, and enduring the elements like a true postal warrior, he believes that he is more than qualified to write about the subject.  And write he has.  Virtual pen in hand, he has written a book about the mailman’s daily adventures, one meant to make people laugh and forget about their daily planner, if only for a little while.

Norman Rockwell once said, “”The commonplaces of America are to me the richest subjects in art. Boys battling flies on vacant lots; little girls playing jacks on the front steps; old men plodding home at twilight-all these things arouse feeling in me.”  

Austin couldn’t agree more.

As of today, he loves listening to audio books and things theological while walking the mail.  He loves his Lord, he loves his family, and he still loves to write.