So the kid leaves Indiana for the big city, makes a name for himself in comedy, then comes back to be the star at his high school's 50th anniversary celebration. You can guess the rest. His big joke is run by the administration, which says, "You can't say that here," and he ends up not appearing after all. This is, of course, proof that out here in the sticks we are still stuck in the 1970s, just don't get it, have paranoid, pathetic, educators, blah, blah, blah. But then you read the actual joke, and it's kind of a 1970s joke, and it wasn't that funny even back then:
Mr. Fink had planned to open last Thursday night by playing Vivaldi's Violin Concerto in A Minor, Opus 3, No. 6, accompanied by a full orchestra that included current and former students. During the piece, a pre-recorded voiceover would reveal his inner thoughts. One of those thoughts: “I'm glad I got to meet the school principal, Mr. Quandt. He seems like a cool guy. Though I'm not sure why he'd ask me,
