A joke for all the gardeners out there...

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 letter from his  son.

Dear Pop,
Don't dig up that garden. That's where the 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  

* My brother, Darryl, sent that one to me.