Jim Alter's family moved to Hammond to be a part of FBCH. Jim lived at home and attended HAC. He was short and was wound tighter than a new boot. He started hanging out with the same group with which I ran. We played a lot of basketball. We gave him the nickname "The Alt". The only thing Jim like more than shooting the basketball was shooting it again. Of course, this did not set well with some of his teammates. I can still see The Alt and Owen Ivey going at it.
Jim had a disdain for Hackers and he was very vocal in his opinion. He would walk up to some Hacker and say, "Look at you, you stinkin' Hacker! Your hair looks like it needs an oil change. You tie is so wide you could surf on it. Dude, tuck in your shirt tail and shine your shoes. Take a little pride in yourself!" I know that it sounds mean, but it was hilarious to watch the reaction of the Hacker.
The Alt rode a motorcycle from home to HAC. He would come flying into the HAC parking lot. He had a close relationship with the HAC security guards.
When I graduated and walked across the platform at FBCH, Jim Alter yelled from the balcony in a very loud voice, "That's my bus captain!!"
Now, the rest of the story. The Alt ended up transfering to Crown College. He graduated and now pastors a church in Ohio. He has also written a couple books and travels speaking on Baptist history. A couple of years ago I called his church. Keep in mind that it has been close to 30 years since I have had any contact with him. His secretary passed my call to him. When he answered I said, "How are you, you stinkin' Hacker!" He immediately said, "This has to be...." and he said my name.
We all know of people that we never pictured doing what they are doing. Jim Alter is the ultimate shock in my history. I am actually very happy for him.