Damn, I just found out that Jack Wrangler died about two weeks ago - apparently of emphysema. He was 62. :(
For those unfamiliar, he was an actor (mostly in porn - gay and straight, though he started out in the former) and, later, a theatre producer and director. I knew Jack slightly during the 1970s - we, um, hooked up a couple of times early on and remained fairly friendly for several years, though we didn't see that much of each other. I saw a bit more of him in 1979, when he was working on T-Shirts by Robert Patrick, a colleague of mine at New York City News at the time, hanging out at Phoebe's after rehearsals or meeting up at the Ninth Circle for a few joints and a few beers.
We last met in 1980, shortly before Sean and I emigrated to Ireland, at the wrap party for the epic gay porno, Centurions of Rome (in which neither of us was involved - we were both just "friends of the industry"). Sean, who didn't know we were acquainted, was mildly impressed when Jack greeted me by name and with a warm hug. Oddly, I think it boosted my cred with Mr. Gay Activists Alliance. :P
Anyway, despite his cowboy-macho porn image, Jack had great boyish charm and was a real sweetheart. He was also a bit fucked up about his sexuality, but at least he was pretty upfront about it - and was, nevertheless, a damned good lover, as well as a very decent guy to know. I'll remember him fondly.