An old Arab lived close to New York City for more than 40 years.
>>One
>>day
>>he
>>decided that he would love to plant potatoes and herbs in his
>>garden, but he knew he was alone and too old and weak. His son was
>>in college in Paris, so the old man sent him an e-mail explaining
>>the problem:
>>"Beloved son, I am very sad, because I can't plant potatoes in my
>>garden. I am sure, if only you were here, that you would help me
>>and
>>dig up the garden for me. I love you, your father."
>>The
>>following day, the old man received a response e-mail from his son:
>>"Beloved father, please don't touch the garden. That is where I
>>have
>>hidden 'the THING.' I love you, too, Ahmed."
>>
>>At 4pm the FBI
and the Rangers visited the house of the old man
>>and
>>took the whole garden apart, searching every inch. But they
>>couldn't
>>find
>>anything. Disappointed, they left the house.
>>The next day, the old man received another e-mail from his son:
>>"Beloved father, I hope the garden is dug up by now and you can
>>plant your potatoes. That is all I could do for you from here. Your
>>loving son, Ahmed."