An old Italian
gentleman 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, who used to help him, was In prison. The old man wrote a letter
to his son and described his predicament.
Dear Vincent, I am
feeling pretty sad because it looks like I won’t be able to pla’it my tomato
garden this year. I’m lust getting too old to be digging up a garden plot ¡ 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 Papa, Don ‘t
c*g 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 Papa, Go ahead
and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could under the circumstances. Love you, Vinnie
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