An old man lived alone in Minnesota. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, who would have helped him was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and mentioned his predicament.
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I hate to miss doing the garden, your mother always loved planting time. I guess I am 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 help me if you weren't in prison.
Shortly the old man received this telegram:
For Heaven's Sake Dad, don't dig up the garden! That is where I buried all the GUNS!
At 1am the next morning, a dozen FBI agents along with numerous officers from the local Police Department arrived and dug up the entire garden without finding any guns.
Confused, the old man wrote another note to his son telling him what had happened, and asked him what he should do next.
His son replied; "Go ahead and plant your potatoes Dad, It's the best I could do for you at this time."