Friday, June 28, 2013

Unintended Consequences



I am indebted to an anonymous Fbook contributor for the following:

An elderly farmer in the midwest was facing another season of tilling the soil to plant his potato crop but his son who usually helped out was in prison. The old man told the son that he would probably have to go it alone. The son got a message back to him that read "Don't dig up the south acre - that's where I buried the guns." The next morning the F.B.I. arrived and dug up the entire area but finding no guns. The father asked the son "What shall I do now?"  The son replied "Start your planting, Pop - I've done as much as I can from here."
tjs
Next - TBA- Blogger will be away from the keyboard next week - have a safe and sane Fourth!

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