Morris lived alone in the country. He needed to plant his
potato garden but it was December, the ground was very hard
and Morris being eighty-five couldn't till the soil.

His only son, Sol, a very bright guy who happened to
graduate summa *** laude from Wharton, and used to help him,
was in federal prison for Insider Trading and Stock Fraud.

Morris wrote a letter to his son and described his
predicament.


Dear Solly:
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 just
here, all my troubles would be over.
I know you would dig the plot for me.
Love, Papa A few days later Morris received a letter back
from his son Sol.

Dear Papa:
For heaven's sake don't dig up that garden. That's where I
buried all the money & stocks certificates.
Love, Solly

At six am the next morning, a large team of FBI agents and
local police together with a backhoe, arrived at the old
man's house and dug up the entire area, without finding any
money or stocks.
They apologized to the old man and left.

The following day the old man received another letter from
his son.


Dear Papa:
Go ahead and plant the potatoes in your garden now.
That's the best I could do under the circumstances.
Love, your son, Solly.

 

That's pretty funny!

 

I looked at it before and decided not to read it because it was too long, but since ATST deemed it funny I read it.

I enjoyed it. Pretty funny, and the first time I have ever heard that joke.

 

Wow! Joe hadn't heard it before!! I've heard several different versions several times. Still funny