An old man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but
it was very hard work. His only son, Bubba, who used to help him, was in
prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his
predicament.

Dear Bubba,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my
potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden
plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig
the plot for me.

Love Dad

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake, dad, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the
BODIES.

Love Bubba

At 4A.M. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local police showed up 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 Dad,

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the
circumstances.

Love, Bubba