Juan leaned back on the sofa’s soft cushions and closed his eyes. “Ah,” he whispered. “I can see the campfire’s orange and blue flames leaping, smell the sugary marshmallows roasting and hear the songs Grandfather always plays on his guitar. Our ‘School’s Out Family Campout’ is finally here.” Suddenly Juan opened his eyes and said, “There’s something that keeps bothering me, though. How does Grandfather know what songs to play? I’ll have to call him and ask.”