Yeah, watching Bill Dance fish in phosphate pits or listening to
Roland Matin sell Boogie Bags and Helicopter Lures gets pretty old. I
really like Jimmy Houston but my wife leaves the room when she hears
him giggling.

For educational value, no one beats Al Lindner. The only problem is
that not all of the cable systems down here in the Deep South have
closed captioning to translate his Yankee talk into Southernese.