FastEd
Hunter
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- RIVERSIDE, OH, Home of the Air Force Museum
The other night about 1:00am I was skipping through the channels trying to find something to watch besides, teenagers in their short shorts trying to becoming movie stars or launching cars through down town trying to set a new altitude record. Really not much going on at that time of the morning. Gays kissing each other or rednecks chasing alligators through the swamp is not what I call entertainment.
Suddenly I saw relief on TCM. It looked like Hopalong Cassidy on his white stallion galloping through the desert throwing sand all over everybody. That solid black outfit with the nickel plated pearl handled Colt 45s flashing in the sun backed up by a black saddle with silver conchos. I needed to look no further.
Suddenly all the memories came flooding out, herding all the longhorns and cutting the rustlers off at the pass and the shootouts on Main Street at high noon.
I felt I was 12 years old again sitting in the middle of the Virginia Theater on Saturday afternoon with my trusty cap pistol in one hand and a sack of popcorn in the other.
Those were the great times and how I would love to have them back.
They were the Cowboys, my heroes. Gene Autry, Tex Ritter, Buck Jones, Ken Maynard, John Wayne, Charles Starrett, Wild Bill Elliot, Ben Johnson and Randolph Scott. (and many more)
Gene Autry doesn’t do tricks with Champion anymore and Tex Ritter doesn’t serenade White Flash. Woodward Maurice Ritter, Murvaul, Texas rode off into the Sunset many years ago along with all the other great cowboys. They gave us thousands of hours of entertainment and left us with their Code of the West to live by. I hope that I measured up.
Suddenly I saw relief on TCM. It looked like Hopalong Cassidy on his white stallion galloping through the desert throwing sand all over everybody. That solid black outfit with the nickel plated pearl handled Colt 45s flashing in the sun backed up by a black saddle with silver conchos. I needed to look no further.
Suddenly all the memories came flooding out, herding all the longhorns and cutting the rustlers off at the pass and the shootouts on Main Street at high noon.
I felt I was 12 years old again sitting in the middle of the Virginia Theater on Saturday afternoon with my trusty cap pistol in one hand and a sack of popcorn in the other.
Those were the great times and how I would love to have them back.
They were the Cowboys, my heroes. Gene Autry, Tex Ritter, Buck Jones, Ken Maynard, John Wayne, Charles Starrett, Wild Bill Elliot, Ben Johnson and Randolph Scott. (and many more)
Gene Autry doesn’t do tricks with Champion anymore and Tex Ritter doesn’t serenade White Flash. Woodward Maurice Ritter, Murvaul, Texas rode off into the Sunset many years ago along with all the other great cowboys. They gave us thousands of hours of entertainment and left us with their Code of the West to live by. I hope that I measured up.