BLAST YOU, RAWHIDE KID

So I was very pleased with myself, since I’d picked up for a mere eight bucks from my video store a DVD of the original pilot episodes of the old “Lone Ranger” series. I’d watched the Clayton Moore/Jay Silverheels shows frequently when I was a kid, but never saw the first ones. Granted, for eight bucks, you can forget about extras. Be happy it plays at all. But I was pleased.

So I put it on and Kath and I settled in to watch it. The show opens, there’s the Ranger galloping up in the mask and the outfit, and the narrator says, “This is an epic tale of the most fabulous character of the old west.” And Kath and I looked at each other and immediately said, “Ohhhhh, he’s faaaaabulous!”

Uh boy.

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