[b]An old Italian lived alone in[/b][b] [/b][b]New Jersey[/b][b] [/b][b]. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was[/b][b] [/b][b]
[b][b]very difficult work, as the ground was hard.[/b][/b][/b]
[b]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:[/b]
[b]Dear Vincent,[/b]
[b]I 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.[/b]
[b]Love, Papa[/b]
[b]A few days later he received a
letter from his son.[/b]
[b]Dear Pop,[/b]
[b]Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.[/b]
[b]Love, Vinnie[/b]
[b]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.[/b]
[b]That same day the old man received another letter from his son.[/b]
[b]Dear Pop,[/b]
[b]Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.[/b]
[b]Love you, Vinnie[/b]
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