[chasswen]

An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey. He
wanted to plant
his annual tomto garden, but it was very
difficult work, as the
ground was hard.
His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was
in prison. The
old man wrote a letter to his son and described
his predicament:
Dear VincentI am feeling pretty sad, because it looks like I
won't be able
to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just
getting too old to be
digging up a garden plot. I know if you were
here my troubles would be over..
I know you would be happy to dig the plot for
me, like in the old days..
Love,
Papa

....... A few days later he received a letter
from his son.

Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden!!!! That's where the
bodies are buried!!!!!
Love,
Vinnie

.........At 4 a.m. the next morning, FBI agents
and local police arrived
and dug up the entire area without finding any
bodies.

They apologized to the old man and left.

.........That same day the old man received
another letter from his son.

Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the
best I could do
under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie