(Almost) nothing is sacred to me in terms of comedy.
Though I don’t like racist or ethnic jokes.
I admire and respect Dick Gregory: the 1970s comedian who broke the color barrier in stand-up comedy.
He related this tale: He was in a restaurant eating chicken down South when the KKK entered and one of those guys told Gregory: “What you do to the chicken we’re going to do to you.” Insinuating they’d cut him up.
Dick Gregory promptly kissed the chicken.
There’s a guy, a senior citizen who stops me on the street to tell me jokes.
“Are you ready for the weekend – I have a joke,” he saw me coming one Sunday.
“Yes – sure.”
“What do you call a nun who walks in her sleep?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I was puzzled.
“A Roamin’ Catholic.” He flashed a wide grin.
“That’s funny.” I laughed.
Imagine that: getting stand-up comedy on the sidewalk.
I kid you not there’s something to be said for having a sense of humor.