Chris Henry's father lived alone in Arkansas. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Chris, who used to help him, was in prison.
Chris Henry's father wrote a letter to Chris and mentioned his predicament.
Dear Chris,
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 Chris.
Dear Dad,
"For HEAVEN'S SAKE, Dad, don't dig up the garden! That's where I buried
the GUNS and DRUGS!"
Love, Chris
At 4 A.M. the next morning, a dozen FBI agents and local police officers
showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any guns. They
apologized to Chris Henry's father and left. That same day his father received another letter from Chris.
Dear Dad,
Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. It's the best I could do under the
circumstances.
Love, Chris