THE LONE RANGER?S BOYHOOD: A TRINITY
The Lone Ranger played on the beach, the south 40, and the streets of the city.
He romped in the surf, hunted varmints in the wooded border of the field, and played punchball on the asphalt.
He enjoyed none of it.
His father was a boatwright, a farmer, an attorney.
His father never took him to work.
His mother fed him, fed him, and fed him.
The other boys in the neighborhood snarled at him,
And girls were portrayed to him as Martians.
He grew up with ashes burning blind behind his eyes,
Already coalescing into the mask.