I received an email telling me to lay off the FBI agents because my friend who lives in Boston’s North End said. “they do have some redeeming qualities and do a good job some times.” She sent me this story:
A very old Italian man lived alone in New Jersey in a small house. He wanted to plant his annual tomato garden, but it was very difficult work, as the ground was hard and he found himself unable to dig the soil. His only son, Vincent, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to Vincent describing his plight:
I’m a feeling pretty sad, because ah it looks like I wonna be able to planta my tomato garden this year. I’m a just getting too old to be digging up a the garden plot. I know if you were here I would have good help from my boy. I know you would be happy to dig the plot for me, like you used to do in the old days.
A few days later he received a letter from Vincent.
Whatever you do, don’t dig up that garden! That’s where the bodies are buried.
At 4 a.m. The next morning, FBI agents arrived and dug up the entire area without finding any bodies. They apologized to the old man and left.
A day or so later the old man received another letter from his son.
Go ahead and plant the tomatoes now. That’s the best I could do under the circumstances.