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."
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."