Happy Fourth of July!
On this most American of holidays, I thought I’d share with you another very American product – The Lone Ranger.
I have to confess, The Lone Ranger was before my time. I never heard it. I never watched it. I never played it. But, I recognize it as a truly American creation. And, since I feel good about very little the US government is doing these days, I thought I’d celebrate the Fourth by sharing these with you. I will refrain from talking about Bush, since it is the Fourth, and because my brother and sister in law, Jim and Mattie, and Mattie’s brother James, and I had a lengthy discussion about the administration today so I kind of got it out of my system. What did I do on the Fourth of July? Counted the days until regime change – 565 in case you’re wondering.
My brother, Jackie, picked these Lone Ranger puzzles up at a sale. Each box has four different puzzles in it – they are the kind where you try to get the little BBs into holes. These were made back when we trusted people to actually parent, and when kids had some amount of common sense. So, they have real BBs in them and the casings are metal and the fronts are glass. The backs are cardboard, but since they were made for children who didn’t do things like tear open their toys for amusement it wasn’t an issue. Today they’d be encased in some indestructible plastic that has a half life of a million years. When did we become so stupid and so lacking in common sense that we couldn’t be trusted with toys? Obviously, not all children are this way, but we’re doing all this for someone. These were probably also made before shampoo was labeled, “lather, rinse, repeat.”
In these puzzles, The Lone Ranger is doing everything from protecting people as they pan for gold, to fighting mountain lions. Why don’t we do cool stuff like pan for gold anymore? Or fight mountian lions. OK, really, I don’t want to do either of those, but they sound far more interesting than sitting in an office all day talking on the phone. People used to pan for gold, now they write email. We’ve lost something major in that translation.
But, back to The Lone Ranger… geez… his talents seem to know no bounds. What a guy to have around. And look at him – that’s a real man – you can tell. He can handle anything that comes up, including wild beasts.
I’m reminded of something Oprah said on her trip across country with Gayle – “There’s something about a man who can handle a horse.” They were watching some cowboys in Oklahoma work cattle at the time as I recall. All I can say in response is, “Amen, Sister.”
Although I didn’t see/hear The Lone Ranger, the fact that he is pictured on his faithful stead is reason enough for to me assume he falls into the category of a man who can handle a horse. I believe that would be “Silver” with the four hooves.
One of my favorite things on these boxes is that you can see the price – 89 cents – written in pencil on each one. I don’t think you can even get a pack of gum at the check out stand for 89 cents now.
I’d like to go live – just for a little while – in the world where you could get something cool for 89 cents, where you could give it to your kid without worrying they’d kill themselves with it, where The Lone Ranger rode about the countryside protecting damsels in distress, and where all men could handle a horse.