Just now I serendipitously watched an episode of The Lone Ranger on television. A huge flood of childhood understandings rushed over me.
The good guys not only wore a white hat, but they, at least the Lone Ranger, also rode a stunningly white horse.
The good guys always caught the bad guys.
Not all “Injuns” were the same; they were good and bad, just like the settlers.
The girl doesn’t always get the boy.
Discussion is a better way to settle differences than gunfights.
Friendship and loyalty (Tonto and the Lone Ranger) were the most important things in life.
Would that life were as simple now as it was when I was six.