There's a lot of people in it, but gradually you get more and more suspicious of dear old grandpa.
He's taking the kid for a walk when a thunderstorm blows up.
Right then, of course, we have to have the alternate sponsor.
He signs off, finally, and up comes Pop.
"Here, Davey old boy, we can do better than that tonight. The Governor and the Mayor are on a TV debate about New York City school reorganization."
At first I figure he's kidding, so I just growl, "Who cares?"
He switches the channel.
I jump up, tipping over the bottle of soda on the way.
"Pop, that's not fair! I'm right in the middle of a program, and I been waiting weeks to watch it because Mom won't let me on school nights!"
Pop goes right on tuning his channel.