An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, >but it was very hard work. The soil was too hard and the weather was >difficult to predict. His only son, who would have helped him, was in >prison. >The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament. >Shortly, he received this reply, "For HEAVEN'S SAKE, Dad, don't dig up that >garden, that's where I buried all the GUNS!" > >At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen police showed up and dug up the entire >garden, without finding a single gun. Confused, the old man wrote another >note to his son telling him what had happened, and asking him what to do >next. > >His son's reply was: "Now plant your potatoes, Dad. It's the best I could >do from here." ;f Wanna kill these ads? We can help!