When we got home from the lake today, in the pile of junk mail was a Do Not Bend envelope addressed to me, from Harvey! This Korn CD was in it. Let me tell you why.
A buncha years ago, our friends Harvey and Rita went on a road trip with us, to Lake Shelbyville. As we drove and drove and drove through miles and miles and miles of corn, corn, corn, we argued about the number of ears on a stalk of corn. Rita was adamant that there’s more than one. In her opinion, three ears would be worth the effort of a single stalk. But I’d always heard that one good ear is all a farmer hoped for. Maybe one and a half.
(This was BG. Before Google. Bi. Before iPhone.)
On our way home, and in the middle of Cornfield, Illinois, we stopped for gas and stuff at a Casey’s. And the only other car in the lot had an Illinois vanity plate that read “Korn.”
So while Rita and I were waiting our turn to pay for our Diet Cokes, she asked the young man in front of us: “Is that your car with the license plate Korn?”
“Yup.”
“Well then, you must know a lot about corn, with a plate like that. Can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.”
“How many ears are on a stalk of corn?”
“I wouldn’t know. I’m just the drummer for the band Korn.”
ginnygram 
Another reason why not being connected all the time can be a good thing. You never know who you’ll meet!
Cool!
Hilarious to this day!!!!