Vinnie

An old Italian lived in New York all alone. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden but it was very difficult work because the ground was hard and he didn’t have the strength he once had. His only son Vinnie, who used to help him with the gardening, was in prison.

The old man wrote a letter to his son describing his perdicament.

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 the old man received this reply:

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 can do under the circumstances.

Love, Vinnie

Happy Canada Day and happy gardening!

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