Garden Plot

An old man lived alone. 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 started digging 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 from here."