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.

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

10/24 - Stone Ground Corn Maize

Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Son #4 took a field trip today. Those kids get to go everywhere...
They take a field trip every single month. Today they went to the
same corn maze that our youth group went to last Tuesday. Hmm...
now, there seems to be limitless puns I could come up with about a
class from the school for the blind, going through a corn maze.
But I won’t tease. I’ll leave it up to your imagination.

Anyway, here’s something that might make you go hmm... I always
wondered how they make corn mazes. So I searched. It took me about
5 minutes to find out how on the internet. It wasn’t how I thought
they did it! Now, people have been wondering how they built
Stonehenge for centuries. Check out this video my #1 sister sent
me today. I think this guy might be on to something...

Enjoy today’s Jokes!


Sixteen years is a long time. That's how long ago the photo of my
husband -- looking slim and fit in his Marine Reserves uniform –
was taken. Today, he is about 100 pounds heavier, so it was
understandable when my friend's son asked who it was. "That's my
father," my daughter told him. Looking at my husband, then at the
photo, he asked, "Your first father?"


Shortly after our wedding, my wife and I paid a visit to her
hometown, London. After the plane landed, Tania headed for the
British passport-holder's line, while I waited in the foreigners'
queue. "State the purpose of your trip," the customs officer said
to me. "Pleasure," I replied. "I'm on my honeymoon." The officer
looked first to one side of me, then the other. "Interesting," he
said as he stamped my passport. "Most men bring their wives with

A Cherokee Indian was a special guest at my sister's elementary
school. He talked to the children about his tribe and its
traditions, then shared with them this fun fact: "There are no
swear words in the Cherokee language." One boy raised his hand,
"But what if you're hammering a nail and accidentally smash your
thumb?" "That," the man answered, "is when we use your language."


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