Tom Smothers attended my high school. I believe he started about the time I was leaving. People say that Tom stood in the hall and cracked jokes that weren't funny. Students avoided him.
Tom kept getting better and the Smothers brothers shook up the dusty comedy of their time, mostly with folk music and an improv version of sibling rivalry with a bit of political edge to their work.
Tom ended up settling in Sonoma County; so did my family. Our paths did not cross.
It now occurs to me that hardly anyone is funny in high school.
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