One day in early spring, an 80-year-old man decided that it was time to plant his tomatoes as he had done every year for 60 years. When he got out the shovel to dig the garden, though, he realized that he’d never be able to do all the work himself. Unfortunately the only person who could help him was his son Vincent who was in prison. Not knowing what else to do, the man wrote to his son:
Dear Vincent, I am feeling pretty bad 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. If only you were here my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me. Love Dad
A few days later he received a letter from his son:
Dear Dad, Not for nothing, but 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 showed up at the man’s house and dug up the entire area. No bodies were found, so they apologized 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 Vinnie
Sorry GS I'm selfish and am keeping all the nice warm sun to myself ... I want the snow to melt, I want to plant my new garden, I want to shut off the furnace... just to rub it I'm going outside to play in the mud (well clean out the chicken coop)