TOM MIX!!!? Good grief!

Now my own personal cowboy hero (since Bert was smart enough to thread creep into the "nostalgia" bit..I'll happily jump in) was Hoppy. Yup, got a pair of Hopalong Cassidy six guns, filled 'em up with caps, and blasted my way into happy oblivion. Never could figure out the white hair though. As everyone at the age of twelve knew, white hair meant you wuz almost dead...or at least Gabby Hays (dadgummit Roy!)

Never could figure out Red Ryder (other than he had a little Beaver now and then) but I LOVED my Daisy air rifle...and Ol' Red obviously wouldn't steer a kid wrong.

One of the problems with the little circular photo medals that came in Cheerios (?) was that none of the hockey players actually LOOKED like they were supposed to.(maybe that was strictly in canada)

Davy Crockett was a biggy for me as well. I had the complete outfit, fringe, cap and all. Plus a gorgeous two foot long replica of a Tennessee huntin' rifle. It wasn't as much fun as the "Daisy" though, 'cause you couldn't kill toy soldiers with it. (or shoot out the TV, but I've told that one before)

TOM MIX!!?

Damn, Kendall, I've gotta start treatin' you with more respect. Did Tom Mix have a "sidekick"?

Rick