An old mexican man lived alone in East Los Angeles. He wanted to spade his garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Jose, who used to help him, was in prison. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.
I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won’t be able to plant my garden this year. I’m just too old to be digging up a garden. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the garden for me.
A few days later, he received a letter from his son.
Por Dios, Papa, don’t dig up the garden. That’s where I buried all my drugs and money.
At 6 a.m. the next morning, the L.A. Sheriffs showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any drugs or money. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day, the old man received another letter from his son.
Go ahead and plant your garden now, papa. It’s the best I could do under the circumstances.