They say that Edwin Block didn’t write any of his stories, and that’s true, to a degree.
Edwin would sit at the bar and ramble for hours about things, and Martin the Barkeep wrote everything down he heard.
He couldn’t keep up, so he got a tape recorder, handing the tapes to his wife to transcribe.
Martin got the stories published, and kept the money.
“Edwin only drinks the good stuff, and that’s not cheap.”
After Edwin died, Martin tried to groom other drunks to take his place, but it wasn’t the same.
At least they drank the cheap stuff.