The Lone Ranger

Clayton Moore is welcome to the title he guarded so assiduously until his death in 1999. I still remember the outfit I got for Christmas when I was in second grade, especially the double-holster set with those faux pearl-handled, long-barrel .45s. Cap pistols, of course. I don’t think you can even buy those things anymore. (Well, maybe you can, but they’re pricey.) My mother being from Texas–even though we were then part of my father’s Air Force career and so living in Tripoli, Libya–The Lone Ranger rig was a natural. None of this phony kickboxing stuff that television now attributes to the Texas Rangers. They are, in any case, more often detectives with accounting degrees these days than their famous incarnation: the Samurai of the Old West.