Mrs. Alien asked, “Why not?”
“Because he was a friar[7]!”
The class laughed, and Mrs. Alien smiled just a little. Seeing her smile was such a triumph vastly preferable to being sent to the principal’s office, which was the usual response.[8]
Then, for the next couple of days, other teachers would ask me, “What was it you said in Mrs. Alien’s class?” Apparently, she had tried to relay my joke in the teachers’ lounge and screwed it up.[9] And I thought, Gee[10], I like this! I hadn’t felt that kind of power before. All because I said something that was actually funny.
By the time I was in high school, I was a class clown. One teacher who didn’t mind was Mr. Walsh. For whatever reason he was always assigned to oversee detention duty in the library.[11] And since it seemed like I was always in detention, we’d often sit together.
Mr. Walsh was one of those guys who would laugh at anything. Everything was hilarious[12] to this man. So I’d have new stories for him all the time. One day he said to me, “Why don’t you think about going into show business[13]?”
The idea had never even occurred to me. I didn’t know anybody in show business. But Mr. Walsh’s words ignited[14] something in me. I began telling people I wanted to be a comedian[15]. This didn’t go over[16] well in the neighborhood. Comedy wasn’t a job in New England.
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