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‘One Riot, One Ranger’ Statue Returns to Love Field Next Week

Photo: SWABlogGuy, via Flickr
Photo: SWABlogGuy, via Flickr

After two-and-a-half years on the shelf, Love Field’s most famous resident is returning. One Riot, One Ranger is back.

The city will return the 12-foot bronze statue to the airport Tuesday.

“The return of the Texas Ranger statue is a welcome event,” City of Dallas Public Art Manager Kay Kallos said in a statement. “It’s an iconic figure at Love Field and part of a larger collection that establishes the airport as a destination for public art and travel.”

The statue has stood watch over the terminal since 1961, after being donated to the airport by Mr. and Mrs. Earle Wyatt of Dallas. It was created by Texas artist Waldine Amanda Tauch, who based the sculpture on the image of Captain Jay Banks, a retired Texas Ranger.

One comment on “‘One Riot, One Ranger’ Statue Returns to Love Field Next Week

  1. That statue is an early remembrance of Love. Another is those massively thick glass doors you went through to enter the lobby. When I say thick, they were literally three or four inches thick, with giant art deco bronze handles. They’d been there since the 1930s, until a remodel in the mid ’70s converted the terminal into an ill-fated entertainment venture called Llove (with a double l). It came about after most airlines had moved by contractual obligation to the shiny D/FW, leaving the existing terminal at Love virtually vacant. Llove Entertainment was a total bomb, and Southwest would grow to reclaim a bunch of gates and return the lobby to its original use. The doors, sadly, were long gone. But wait!

    In the mid ’80s, I discovered a little bistro on lower McKinney, Watel’s (the first iteration of Watel’s). The Crescent had recently opened nearby, and Watel’s was in a small, non-descript stand-alone building with a small outdoor dining area. The first time I went, I was seated inside but it was a nice day so I asked to eat on the patio. To get to it, you went through — wait for it — these massively thick glass doors with giant art deco bronze door handles. When I pushed open one of them, I stopped in my tracks with a major childhood flashback. I turned to the owner. “These doors aren’t original to this building, are they?”

    Indeed, they’d been salvaged from the Love remodel a decade earlier, stored in some warehouse. I wonder where they are today? The little Watel’s building is long gone; it may be the site of the Ritz-Carlton. I do hope someone saved those glass doors – again. They’re probably 80 years old, and they really were that impressive. I hope to someday come across them in the same serendipitous fashion. I’ll certainly know them. I’ve known them all my life.