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Marty's Joke of the Day

Marty's Joke of the day is an internet column that I've written for more than 5 years.
I tell humorous stories about my "sweet wife" and raising our 4 young sons, named #1, #2, #3, and #4.
After 5 years of story telling, in August of 2005, doctors found a brain tumor in son #4.
Our focus here has changed little as we still try to find humor in our lives.

Wednesday, April 26, 2006

4/26 - Common Chess Ground

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Wednesday, April 26, 2006
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Since son #4 started school, he gets home just about the time that
son #1 gets picked up from school. So, consequently, my sweet wife
has been going to pick up son #1 about 30 minutes late each day.
She said today, “You know, for the past 2 weeks, son #1 has been
playing chess (on the internet) while waiting for me at school.”
I’m somewhat of a chess, well, a chess duffer, I guess you’d say.
I love to play the game, but I’m not very good at it. So, after dinner
I asked son #1 if he wanted to play chess. He said, “Sure”.



Two things stuck out in our game playing tonight. Number 1, he
certainly is getting better than he was a several months ago. And
I’d better watch my bacon or he’s going to school me on the battle
field. And number 2, I rather enjoyed our time together. With him
being a typical teenager, and with my strict personality on
homework and other issues, we seem to butt heads a lot. Tonight we
actually spent an hour being civil with each other. That’s
certainly some common ground that I’ll have to pursue with him.

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Marty

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Reader Comment Section:

Hello,Marty and Family:
I'm a new subscriber to your site, and thoroughly enjoy the
adventures of yourself and your family. I hope "Four" is fully
recovered from his tumor. It's amazing how he can smile through it
all! I'm sorry you're in misery with allergies. I can sympathize
totally. It concerns me, though that you swelled up so badly.
Rather than wait to see a specialist, is it possible to go to a
"minor emergency" clinic ASAP and get started on some sort of
long-term medicine ? Itching and sneezing is one thing, but when
various things start swelling shut, that is serious. There are
such things as "epi-pens", shaped like an ink pen, but containing
epinephrine that you can inject immediately as you need it. It is
available by prescription. Keep up the good work!
~Anonymous

I totally agree that the politics of the owners are, uh, not so
hot, and I don't spend my money at that store. However, at least
some (maybe all?) local stores were giving the days proceeds to
local charities. I was a "celebrity scooper" at our local store
because all the funds went to support my volunteer fire
department. That was the only reason I was able to support them
for one day (and resist the temptation to remove all the political
bumper stickers on the employees cars ;) ). It's a fine line, I
know. Something to think about next year.
~Jeff

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They just hired a new consultant at my job. I asked him a
question. He said, "I could tell you, but then I would have to
bill you."


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Driving through Oklahoma, my husband and I went out of our way to
stop at what was billed as the largest McDonald's in the world.
However, we were less than thrilled when an employee addressed
everyone over the intercom: "Attention, world's largest McDonald's
customers."

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I was inspecting communications facilities in Alaska. Since I had
little experience in flying in small planes, I was nervous when we
approached a landing strip in a snow-covered area. The pilot
descended to just a couple hundred feet, then gunned both engines,
climbed, and circled back. While my heart pounded, the passenger
beside me seemed calm. "I wonder why he didn't land," I said. "He
was checking to see if the landing strip was plowed," the man
said. As we made a second approach, I glanced out the window. "It
looks plowed to me," I commented. "No," my seat mate said. "It
hasn't been cleared for some time." "How can you tell?" I asked.
"Because," the man informed me, "I'm the guy who drives the plow."

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