I was born on a ranch in West Texas in 1951 and grew up in the twilight of the classic cowboy era of family ranches and range riding. My grandmother sat me down when I was 11 and said, "Jerry, get an education and get out of here. This life is not for you." Of course she was right, and I followed her advice, entering the University of Texas in 1969. But I still miss that disappearing way of life sometimes. (She knew I was gay and told me so later, by the way, adding that her favorite uncle was like me.) So today's G-rated photos feature some real cowboys and some of my own memories. It's almost all gone now, but some still lingers, and in a few weeks, I'll be back. there for a while. Sweet.