My daughter showed up at the hotel room to watch the Macy’s Thankgiving Day Parade at 9:30 am. While we watched I drew her handbag – a lacy little thing – just big enough to hold her wallet and cellphone (which she kept on her lap since text messages were flooding in from all over the country… she’s a busy social creature.) As the parade neared the end, she commented that she feels so old. She did recognize Picachoo (sp?) and since I’m ancient, nearly dead and almost buried – all I could think of… where’s Bullwinkle!