me go with you

A reminiscence by a certain little girl over at The Wonderful World of Willow made me think of a childhood TV favorite.
It was The Lone Ranger.
Scampering off the bus at 3:15 and racing up the hill with C- artwork fluttering out of my portfolio, I'd rustle up 2 slices of peanut butter toast with my patented diagonal-cut branding just in time for...


I didn't mind that in each episode no matter where in the wild West they were passing through, they always seemed to camp at the same rock formation 'just outside of town,' or that Tonto tomahawked English..no, Tonto, it's I WILL go with you...or that by sniffing simmering ashes at a former bad guy campfire Tonto was an amazing profiler..."Kemosabe...they leave 11 minutes ago, they 9 miles away now, favorite ice cream be strawberry," or that Lone Ranger's uniform was never dusty....I still dug'em.
And they were always honorable men...they'd shoot only to graze a trigger finger or shoulder, never to kill. Some how I find that comforting even today.