An old Italian lived alone in New Jersey . He wanted to plant his
annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work as the ground was hard.
His only son, Vincent, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and
described his predicament: Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty sad, as 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.
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