An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his
potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who
would
have helped him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his
son and mentioned his predicament.
Dear Son: I am feeling pretty bad, because it looks like I won't be
able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the
garden, because your mother always loved planting time. I'm just
getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here,
all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for
me, if you weren't in prison.
Love, Dad Shortly, the old man received this telegram, "For
HEAVEN'S SAKE, Dad, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried
the GUNS!"
At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police
officers showed up and dug up the entire garden without finding any
guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him
what happened, and asking him what to do next.
His son's reply was, "Go ahead and plant your potatoes, Dad. It's
the best I could do for you at this time."
