May 2, 1968
When my friend and I drove into the spacious parking area back of the garage in which my jeep was undergoing repairs, we arrived just in time to see the Lone Ranger step up to a low tractor, take a couple of turns with his reins around a convenient lever, give his invisible steed an affectionate pat and walk sedately away on some mysterious errand.
Little Robert, the 6-year-old Lone Ranger, down…
