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Sunday, May 19, 2019

Cowboy Day, Part 2 - Some Real Ones and Some Memories


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.

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