In the Stewarts' living room later that day. Grandpa and Robbie are watching the Thanksgiving Day parade on television.
Grandpa:	I love parades. The Thanksgiving Day parade is always such great fun. [He points to the TV screen.] Look at that Superman balloon! Wowee! Just floating along high above Central Park West. Don't you just love it? Oh, and the bands and the music. John Philip Sousa. I love his music. [The band on TV is playing music. Grandpa sings with it.] Da dada ...  Oh, look at that float, Robbie. Look at those funny-looking clowns.
Robbie:	It's for kids.
Grandpa:	Maybe so, but parades always make me feel like a kid. Remember when you and your dad and I went to the Thanksgiving Day parade? You were four or five years old, I think. [The telephone rings in the kitchen. Robbie rushes to answer it.]
Robbie:	Hello, hello. ... Oh, hi, Susan. How are you? ... Here's Mom. [He hands the phone to Ellen and returns to the living room.]
Ellen:	Hello, Susan. Yes, he missed a phone call from Alexandra. Yes, I know, but he'll get over it. Good. Then you'll be here about five? Oh, fine. I look forward to seeing you and Harry and Michelle. Drive carefully. Goodbye.
Philip:	[He enters the living room with a bowl.] Taste Ellen's turkey dressing. It's delicious.
Grandpa:	I'm not surprised. It's Grandma's recipe.
Robbie:	It's my favorite part of the meal.
Philip:	What about my famous apple pie?
Robbie:	Dad, your apple pie is my favorite dessert.
Philip:	How's the parade?
Robbie:	OK. [The phone rings again. Robbie is calling.] Mom! Is it for me?
Ellen:	No, Robbie.
Philip:	Who was it?
Ellen:	[She comes into the living room] Wrong number. Philip, would you join me in the kitchen, please? It's getting late. We have vegetables to prepare.
Robbie:	Can I help with anything?
Ellen:	No, honey. You just relax with Grandpa. I'll get you to help serve later. [She and Philip leave the living room.]
Grandpa:	Ellen reminds me so much of Grandma.
Philip:	[He returns to the living room.] What time does the Michigan football game come on?
Robbie:	Four.
Ellen:	[calling from the kitchen] Philip!
Philip:	I'll be back to see the game. [He returns to the kitchen.]
Robbie:	Grandpa, when did Dad graduate from Michigan?
Grandpa:	Let me think. He graduated from medical school in 1960 and from the University of Michigan in 1956.
Robbie:	Did you go to Michigan, too, Grandpa?
Grandpa:	Yup. I graduated in 1937.
Robbie:	I've got to start thinking about college soon. [The phone rings again. Robbie runs to answer it.]