NOTIONS: My son’s latest lesson in censorship
My son, Austin, phoned a few weeks back. He was excited. Well, he was as excited as a 16-yearold can be (read: a little). The cast list had just been posted for the spring musical at his high school. For the second year, Austin had landed a part-not a lead, he said, but for a sophomore, a good part. Rehearsals were to begin immediately. I uttered my fatherly bravos. We said goodbye. And I shared the news with his grandparents,…