> > An old Italian man 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 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 4am 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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