Stone Pillars Strung With Ivy Vines If you look through the stone pillars strung with ivy vines, and step onto the stone laid driveway, you will find a home full of memories and one lone, old man. Here he sits for endless time, dozing off to the soft hum of an ancient radio. His kitchen desk is stacked to the ceiling with letters of importance and items collected over the years. Underneath, the blanket of his old companion still remains even though years have passed without him. It's as if time is at a stand still. Stories of childhood and strange occurrences flow from his lips at a constant mumbling rate, demanding attention as nobody would never pass up a chance to hear