That’s What Sons Are For

The  Tomato Garden
An old Italian lived alone in South Jersey . 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 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 could do under the circumstances.  
Love you, Vinnie

About Ray V.

Living between Aiken & Nashville, TN, USA, I like to share what I am looking at, thinking about or listening to. I refer to this as the view out my window. Thanks for stopping by.
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6 Responses to That’s What Sons Are For

    • Ray V. says:

      I know, but it’s been a long, challenging day that included a major rejection, a family member (not in immediate family) having a emotional health crisis, causing them to be detained against their will and ended with my being bit by a dog on an appointment. Tonight, I was looking for low hanging fruit. 😊

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  1. Writer Lori says:

    Thanks for the chuckle, Ray. Hope today is kinder…


  2. Hoping for a better time ahead!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. SueW says:

    That made me laugh!


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