One thing I’ve remembered during the 43 days — and counting — that I have been relegated to my own home is how much I like to laugh. No, my lovely wife, Lisa, isn’t really all that funny. But there are a lot of folks on internet sites, such as You Tube, who are. You can spend all day — or several days — skipping from bit to bit. You can grin until your ears hurt if you’re a mind — unless your unfunny wife comes through and screams at you to get off your duff and do something.

Just humor her. She’ll lose track of you pretty quick and you can go back to listening.

But I was going to tell you about some of the funny folks I have heard during the quarantine.

I will admit that I listen to Ron White, although sometimes his language is so blue that I have to listen with one eye closed. And I always have to make sure that Sir Henley the Adorable is safely out of earshot when I crank ol’ Ron up. But some of his stuff makes me laugh until I cry, no matter how many times I hear it.

“I got arrested for being drunk in public. I didn’t want to be drunk in public. I wanted to be drunk in a bar. They threw me into public.”

And it gets better from there. “I had the right to remain silent, but I didn’t have the ability.”

Jeff Foxworthy is great, of course. The only thing about Fox’s redneck jokes is that I resemble most of them. My favorite is, “You might be a redneck if you take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.” He got me dead center with that one, and I don’t even own a dog.

There is a guy that works at Myrtle Beach, at the Alabama Theater, under the name Ricky Mokel. Like most great comedians, what makes him so funny is that he is so in touch with his audience and with the times, and I cannot wait until I am able to sit in the Alabama Theater again and hear what Ricky Mokel has to say about what we are living through right now.

“Don’t be surprised if tomorrow, when the wall is finished — but only on Fox — or when the world blows up because of a tweet — but only on CNN — and when dreamers jump the shark in the swamp over the outrage of the bit coin and bullying Harvey Weinstein to escape from the Anthony Weiner Clinic . . .”

I call him the Will Rogers of the Grand Strand. Others just call him funny.

But you can find the older guys on the internet, too. Jerry Clower, for instance. What a beautiful human being. And you can listen to Jerry Clower all day with your 5-year old grandson sitting right there in your lap, if you want to, and won’t ever have to worry about hearing a curse word or an off-color story. I love the one about the coon hunt—“Knock him out, John” — and I love the one about the light weight McCulloch chain saw. “They gave Marcel that beer joint!”

But I have gone back further than Jerry Clower over the past few days. I have listened to Bill Cosby — don’t tell the people who want his memory erased from society because he’s in prison. I still love hearing him talk about Fat Albert and his brother, Russell, and Old Weird Harold.

I have also listened to Richard Pryor and Redd Foxx and even Moms Mabley. Richard Pryor and Redd Foxx would make Ron White blush. Moms Mabley would make Richard Pryor and Redd Foxx blush.

I ran across some stuff by Brother Dave Gardner the other day and even found a clip of the great Wendy Bagwell. He tells about being at a country church service when the congregation brought out the snakes to handle. Wendy looked around and asked his companion where the back door was. She said, “There ain’t one.” Wendy said, “Reckon where they want one?”

I’ve been hearing that story since I was my grandson’s age, and it still makes me laugh.

One night this week I spent two hours listening to James Gregory, who bills himself as “The Funniest Man in America.” I guess that’s a matter of opinion, but he wins the award for being the comedian most like me. He is from right up the road in Lithonia and is a little overweight, like me, and rough around the edges and as country as a turnip green. He speaks my language and talks about things I understand. And he makes me laugh.

Reader’s Digest declared many years ago that laughter is the best medicine. They stole the idea from Proverbs 17:22. “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.”

Don’t have dry bones. Laugh. It will make this strange trip around the sun more bearable.

Support Local Journalism

Now, more than ever, the world needs trustworthy reporting—but good journalism isn’t free. Please support us by subscribing or making a contribution today.

Darrell Huckaby is an author in Rockdale County. Email him at

Recommended for you

Stay Informed

(0) comments

Welcome to the discussion.

Please log in, or sign up for a new, free account to read or post comments.

Keep it Clean. Please avoid obscene, vulgar, lewd, racist or sexually-oriented language.
Don't Threaten. Threats of harming another person will not be tolerated.
Be Truthful. Don't knowingly lie about anyone or anything.
Be Nice. No racism, sexism or any sort of -ism that is degrading to another person.
Be Proactive. Use the 'Report' link on each comment to let us know of abusive posts.
Share with Us. We'd love to hear eyewitness accounts, the history behind an article.