“The Lone Ranger stops at a tavern to get out of the rain. He ties his horse to a post and asks his faithful companion Tonto to dry the horse off. He then goes inside for a drink. Tonto decides he needs to produce enough wind to dry the horse off, so he runs in circles around him. Later, as the Lone Ranger finishes off his first drink, a man comes in to the tavern, looks around, and asks, “Who’s the owner of that horse parked out front?” The Lone Ranger says, “He’s mine. Why?” The man points behind him and replies, “You left your Injun’ runnin’.”"
-One of Grandpa B’s favorite jokes. It never occurred to him that I have barely any idea who the Lone Ranger is.