In lieu of an abstract, below is the essay\u27s first paragraph.
A sweet, balding, elderly man waited patiently, crouched on all fours, behind the couch. His skinny frame, with yet a rotund belly, cast a shadow on the living room floor. He would remain there until the pinnacle of our camp-out, when he would come slowly crawling towards us. This happened every night as my grandfather, Pops, would join my sister and me in our elaborate world of imagination as \u27Smokey the Bear\u27 There were always pears; Pops loved pears
