An old gentleman lived alone in Kent. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard. 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 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 he received a letter from his son. Dear Dad, Don’t dig up that garden. That’s where the bodies are buried . . . Love, Vinnie At 4 a.m. the next morning, … Continue reading →