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Hi-O-Silver, Awaaay

Posted on October 29, 2007 | Comments Off on Hi-O-Silver, Awaaay

An OCS buddy suggested getting some Lone Ranger DVDs for Mr. Boy. I’d already thought of that and ordered one. It took some coaxing. He wanted to watch his Ninja Turtles, instead. But a few minutes into one episode and he was hooked. "I liked the action," he said, meaning the gunplay and the way the Ranger and Tonto and the rest are always swinging into the saddle to ride off somewhere. He even liked the black-n-white episodes, when he was sure he wouldn’t. I’d forgotten how stilted and contrived Clayton Moore’s lines were. Goody-two-shoes with sixguns. Did I see them for that when I was young? I think so, but I had fewer choices then.

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The Lone Ranger

Posted on August 21, 2007 | Comments Off on 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.

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