The Slice: We’ll call them grill-crazy

You know how, after cooking out, you can smell a little smoky?

Well, are there Spokane-area spouses who find that scent a turn-on?

Let’s move on.

“Saying something nice: There are lots of people here who recognize that adults riding bicycles on sidewalks is the sort of thing that’s considered acceptable only in a jerkwater town.

“Just for the record: Every year, horse racing anoints a new Next Big Thing. And every year, Secretariat’s 1973 Kentucky Derby time remains the fastest ever.

“Parental teaching techniques: “When I was young, my great Uncle Red was the horrifying example of what happens when a kid won’t stop banging on drums, messing with the car window, slamming the door, etc.,” wrote Sheri Lattimore.

She would be told, “You’d better knock it off. That’s how Uncle Red lost his fingers.”

That always prompted her to look at her own hands and imagine stubs like her uncle’s. Not a pretty thought.

“I was in my 20s before I heard (the truth) about the sawmill accident.”

Phil Bergin’s dad used to drive him through some rough parts of San Francisco and point out various unfortunates sprawled in alleys and doorways. He would say, “This is how you will end up if you don’t graduate with good grades and get a good job.”

When Merrily Lowry got caught playing with matches, her dad made her light another and hold it until it singed her fingers.

Then there was this from Johnna Hanson. “I’m not sure that what my dad always yelled at us when he perceived our activities to be dangerous qualifies as wisdom, but looking back it’s pretty comical. He used to yell, ‘Hey! Knock that off! We can’t afford any funerals!’ “

“Viewing alert: If you Netflix the two-season Aaron Sorkin TV series “Sports Night,” be prepared for a lot of establishing shots featuring the World Trade Center towers.

“Today’s Slice question: When you were in high school, how much cash did you usually walk around with?

Here’s why I ask. On Monday afternoon, I found a wallet on a South Hill sidewalk. It contained a photo ID card apparently belonging to a sophomore at G-Prep. There was no home address.

The wallet did, however, contain a business card with contact information for the kid’s father. I called and we arranged for him to pick up the wallet, which he did. He seemed like a nice guy.

But here’s the thing. The wallet contained $42.

Now I know it has been ages since I was in high school. Times have changed.

Still, that seemed like a lot of money for a tenth-grader. Maybe not.

Feel free to weigh in.