A look around finds a basement made of fieldstone. The floor made of common dirt. A furnace, and in the middle of the entire space a cubical built of thick cedar wood.
The dim lights made by Thomas Edison still lit the old basement. Ryan walked about but long since all of whatever was down there had been removed.
Yet the large wooden structure made him wonder. As he walked around it there was not one door to allow entry. This of course was most odd and made the boy wonder all the more.
The only thing he saw was five oldtime coat hooks in a row which were nailed to the outside wall of the cubical.
Then he remembered an old flick his Dad showed him of two funny men of the 1940's. They found a fortune by toying with such coat hooks, maybe he could too.
On his four try the world of young master Ryan took a wild turn indeed!
Groaning like wood wrenching on dried wood a door opened from the cubical, just behind the stair steps. Slowly Ryan looked inside, his eyes accustom to the dim light opened wide at the wonders to behold.
"WINE!" Indeed, wine bottles by the hundreds all on racks, covered in years of neglect and dust.
Ryan looked at this one and that one thinking of his find and the joy they all could delight themselves.
"Hey Fella's!" screamed out Ryan at the top of his young lungs.