Although food was scarce, four homeless men invited the stranger to share their sparse meal of a Bonus Jack, six relish packets and two 40-ounce bottles of Olde English 800 malt liquor. The bearded sage ate and drank quickly and asked the men how much he owed them.
When the derelicts refused payment, the man said in a powerful voice, "Well, if you charge me nothing for my dinner and drink, may God bless you and peace be with you." Then then old man walked away, disappearing quickly into the darkness.
Incredibly, although the old man had been seen drinking deeply from one of the 40s, when he left the bottle was full.
Since that night's visit by the mysterious stranger, the kindly band of down-on-their-luck drunkards has never been short of malt liquor.
Because the bottle of Olde English that caressed the lips of the elderly angel magically replenishes itself again and again.
Reporter's note: Hundreds of parched vagrants now visit the site nightly to drink from the bottomless wellspring of malt liquor.
Edgar Allan Poe Community College newsroom