An old Italian man from New Jersey was somewhat distraught because he had hoped to cultivate his garden this year, but the ground was too hard. Normally, he'd ask his son to do it without question, but his son was in prison.
So the father wrote the son a letter:
Dear Vincent,
I am somewhat saddened this year because I had wished to grow a tomato garden, but the soil is too hard to cultivate. I used to be able to do it myself, and when I could not, you were always there to help me out. I am sorry that you are in prison, because you would be able to help without question.
Your loving father,
Poppa.
Within two week's time, the father received a letter back from his son. it read:
Dear Pop,
Don't try tilling your garden. That's where all the bodies are buried."
Your son,
Vinnie
The next morning at 4AM, the FBI and local police descended upon the old Italian man's home, and dug up the entire area. When they found nothing incriminating, they apologized to the old man, and left.
The same day, another letter from the son arrived. It read:
Dear Pop,
Go ahead and plant your tomato garden now. It was the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love,
Vinnie