Digging the Garden

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An old man lived alone in the country. He wanted to dig his own tomato garden, but it was very hard 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 badly because it looks like I won't be able to plant my tomato garden this year. I'm just getting to 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. Love, Dad
The son replied:
Dear Dad,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where I buried the bodies 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 Dad,
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances
Love you,
Vinnie

(Thank you to my friend, Gary Exman, who sent me this funny story)
You might enjoy his recent post, Whatever Became of Common Sense in the Church?

Comments

  1. cora White10:24 AM

    ok now as someone stuck in doors on light duty with tomato plants that need to be planted as well, that is starting to sound like a bit of a plan.

    of course I would die if it ever happened like that though.

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