Clayton Moore, the Lone Ranger, died this morning.
Rest in peace, Kemosabe.
Playing the William Tell Overture on my kazoo
Happy trails dude…
Ayesha - Lioness
There are two solutions to every problem : the wrong one, and mine
(Thomas A. Edison)
Who was that masked man? I wanted to thank him!
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[First Roy and now this. I suspect it won’t be too long before Gene’s gone, too. :P)
Ummm…Baloo? I hope you weren’t speaking of Gene Autry, since he’s been dead since 1998. Oct. 2, 1998, according to www.imdb.com.
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(Who’s sorry if you were kidding, or, indeed, if you weren’t.)
GAK! I just read the article! Gene’s gone, too!
(I’ll go hide under my bed, now.)
I once lost my corkscrew and had to live on food and water for several days
-W.C. Fields
http://members.tripod.com/~Bob_Baloo/index.htm
Grandmother-in-law and Father-in-law both died during that time frame. Gene must’ve gotten lost in the shuffle.
Clayton Moore shall be missed, but let’s look on the bright side. Tonto finally gets a rest from having to go into town every week to dig up information and, invariably, get his ass whupped. 
–Da Cap’n
“Playin’ solitaire 'til dawn
With a deck of fifty-one.”
This is really the end of an era and the timing is apropos. Clayton was in a category all his own but his death came on the heels of Rex Allen’s passing last week.
Rex was a bit obscure to most folks I guess but he was a contemporary of Gene and Roy. He got into this his more famous compadres were making the move to TV. He’s best known for narrating Disney nature films. You might recognize his deep western drawl from the eighty or so films he narrated.
Clayton’s passing is another nail in the coffin of baby boomer culture. I just realized that this morning as I heard the closing music on the NPR report of his death this morning. I no longer associate the William Tell Overture with the Lone Ranger. We should gather together the members of the peanut gallery to mourn his passing with a whole orchestra of kazoos.
They don’t call me the colonel because I’m some dumb ass army guy.
Time to go Tonto. Our work here is finished.
Vaya con Dios, Kemosabe.
JB
Lex Non Favet Delicatorum Votis
I tell you, its been a hard year for me and my love of the silver screen cowboys. Roy Rodgers, Gene Autry, and now my beloved Lone Ranger. Clayton Moore was one of the few I actually met in person once and he was one helluva guy.
I was 6 and met him at a rodeo. He was tall and lanky but was still commanding in his Lone Ranger uniform. I shook his hand and he asked me if I minded my momma and I shook my head yes and he smiled and patted my head and told me that I had the Ranger spirit.
He was surprised that I knew the Ranger Creed too for such a young age and I told him my grandpa always said it was a good creed to know. He smiled and gave me a Lone Ranger mask.
He will be missed in my heart and by a lot of us cowboy dreamers.
For Mr Moore…the Lone Ranger Creed.
I believe:
-That to have a friend, a man must be one.
-That all men are created equal and that everyone has within himself the power to make this a better world.
-That God put the firewood there, but every man must gather and light it himself
-In being prepared physically, mentally and morally too fight when the necessary is right
-That a man should make the most of what equipment he has
-That “this government of the people , by the people, and for the people” shall live always
-That men should live by the rule of what is best for the greatest number
-That sooner or later, somewhere, somehow, we must settle with the world and make payment for what we have taken
-That all things change but truth, and that truth alone live on forever
-In my Creator, my country, my fellow man
I am trying my best to do so masked man. You will live on