Roger Felton
Hey Hilda, I was watching an old Roy Rogers episode on TV just last week. Corny but when you're a kid you miss the obvious. Back in the 80's I was trying to put a promotion for a community crime prevention program together. I got the bright idea to see if I could arrange for the Lone Ranger (Clayton Moore) to come to town for an appearance. It seems Criminal Justice has turned to Criminal Compassion and prisons are simply revolving doors where criminals are popularized and victims are stacked in forgotten piles. The LR and Tonto would catch the bad guys and they wouldn't see the light of day for 50 years. Ah, the good ole days....
Anyway, someone at the Texas Rangers baseball team front office gave me a phone number and I called it. With the word "Hello", I knew that deep resonant voice was him. The moment would have been monumental if I had not forgotten that 8:00a Central was 6:00a Pacific. I had just awoken the Lone Ranger!
He quickly forgave my stupidity and we had an amazing talk. He wasn't able to arrange his schedule for an appearance but it didn't matter. I was spellbound. We talked about his early career and his celebrity life as the Lone Ranger. I told him about my belief in the impact he and his peers of that 50's-60's era had on kids. Morally, spiritually, ethically America was a better country back then. The days of unlocked doors when we knew all our neighbors as trusted friends.
Clayton Moore was touched. Humbled perhaps. It was as if he had never considered the concept that maybe the pinnacle of his career was more than just a TV kiddie show. Did he make a difference in impressionable young minds? I think so.
If we could bring Roy and Dale, the Lone Ranger and Tonto, Gene Autry, and all the others who helped teach us that good wins over evil, in today's world, their efforts would probably be futile for we are too far gone for simple solutions. But those were wonderful times, weren't they?
Clayton Moore sent me an autographed photo of him and Jay Silverheels with a note of thanks for the call. For 40 minutes in 1984 it was Tonto on Scout, the Lone Ranger on Silver and me on my swaybacked quarterhorse, Charlie. I was a kid again living a magical moment I never dreamed possible. Rest in peace, Mr. Moore...and thanks for the unforgettable ride back in time.
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