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 not in prison 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,
Now you can go ahead and plant the tomatoes. That ' s the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love you,
Vinnie
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