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, 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 postcard from his son.


Dear Pop,

Don't dig up that garden. That's where the bodies are buried.
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.




Who wouldn't want a good son like that?

Right on!!

I wish that I would have thought of that before I dug my garden.

Oldie but goodie.

Since I don't have a son in prison you'll have to come and help yourself. There could be benefits..... tomatoes, burgers on the bb1, tomato juice, and........

good one

Winx