May 29, 2009
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Food Humor
An old Italian widower lived alone in New Jersey. He wanted to plant his annual
tomato garden but his arthritic hands couldn’t break up the hard ground.
The old man wrote a letter to his only son, Vincent, who used to help him, but was in prison:
Dear Vincent,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, that 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 a phone call from Vincent.
“Hey Pop, You can go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. Sorry I couldn’t be there, but I did the best I could under the circumstances.”
