I had a friend, since passed away, with whom I spent a lot of time in the back country and on trails, and consequently, a lot of time on the highway. This was pre-Internet, and in Montana radio stations are few and there are lots of dead spaces between the towns. The primary means of entertainment while traveling was cassette tapes. This would be mid-90s.
One time Steve put in a tape by Jerry Clower, and we listened. He just howled at the jokes, and I didn’t get them, or maybe I thought Clower was just a rube making other rubes laugh. For whatever reason, we had a cultural impasse.
Last week I was listening to a Denver radio station that plays short comedy clips 24-7, and I recognized the voice and realized it was Jerry Clower, and what’s more, the station allowed the full five-minute presentation. This is a joke that could be told in thirty seconds, but Clower stretches it out and fills it with details, and at the end delivers the punch line with such skill that I thought to myself “Sorry, Steve. I should have listened better that day.” I laughed as hard as my friend did that day.
I hope you have a little time and enjoy this as much as I did. If you don’t think it’s funny, well, then, I’m a rube, I guess.