Today's featured daily humor:
Dear son; Your mom and I love you very much, and we miss you dearly ever since you went to prison. I especially miss you now that spring is here, and it is time to plow the fields. The ground is hard, and my back is old. I am afraid I will never be able to plant the crops in time. Dad Dear Dad: Do not dig in the field. That is where I hid that thing. You know I can not say what it is because they read our mail. Just do not dig out there. Your son \---------------------------------------- Dear son: The cops came out and dug up my fields. They said they were looking for something. Thanks, son. It looks like I will get the crops planted. Your loving and grateful father