Johnny-on-the-Spot … by John Foster …

Most days when I go to work, I pass two red and white signs that say, “Drive Like Your Children Live Here”.

My guess is the sign placement was done by someone who thinks some of us drive too fast.

When I first saw the sign, I thought, “Maybe you shouldn’t let your children play in the street” since I didn’t see any tire tracks in the lawn.

I was taught as a youngster not to play in the street.

Furthermore, if my children lived at that address, I’d expect them to do a better job of lawn mowing and picking up playthings.

But, that’s just how things are different today than when I was young.

These days, a thing called AI (Artificial Intelligence) might be a threat to job security.

I have to wonder why they didn’t call it “Fake Smarts”.?

This is the same generation that spends way too much time on-line watching complete strangers perform mundane tasks like making coffee, putting on make-up or organizing refrigerators.

What’s so engrossing that you’d want to watch someone put a pod in the Keurig, or fill a paper filter with with coffee grounds?

With regards to make-up, sticking those “push broom false eyelashes” on might be intriguing to watch but I’d rather see a guy using a styptic pencil to stem the bleeding from a shaving gash.

(Are there still styptic pencils available?)

Re-organizing a refrigerator is only entertaining of folks still use Cool Whip containers for leftovers.

The bravest thin you could do “back-in-the-day” was to lift the lid to identify the contents BEFORE the aroma proved why this container had a pulse.

No one seems to answer a ringing phone anymore.

You let it go to voice mail or check the ledger of incoming calls to see if it’s someone you really want to talk to.

Also today, there are doubts among many that a six figure salary no longer guarantees “middle class stability”.

When my wife and I first married, we had a six figure salary, if you count the two digits following the decimal point.

Of course, gas was just 25 cents a gallon, too and my Mom would send me to the corner grocery store with a note, telling the clerk to sell me two packs of unfiltered Camel cigarettes.

I got to use the change to buy a Hostess Snow Ball and a green bottle of Mountain Dew.

Today, loyalty to a single employer is considered a mistake.

Since my Air Force stint in the early 70’s, I’ve worked for 4 different employers and some today would call be stupid.

I’ve known people whose job resume` reads like an old Greyhound small town bus schedule.

Sometimes the grass isn’t always greener on the other side or, if it is, it’s because the sewage system is going bad.

On a completely different matter, I was taken to task by a reader of my blogs because I left out “The Dawg Pound” from my “Who Let These Dogs Out? “

The “Dawg Pound” actually started in 1985 when a couple of Cleveland Browns players, Hanford Dixon and Frank Minnifield” started “woofing it up” to get teammates motivated.

The fans in the end zone seats at the old Cleveland Municipal Stadium picked up on it.

They’d woof and bark, dress like dogs and throw dog biscuits, beer bottles and insults to the end zone.

My “Dawg Pound” experience was harmed by the reality of 3 losses in games with the Denver Broncos when the toothy-grinned John Elway snatched victories from the Brown and Orange.

Anyone else remember “The Dive” and “The Fumble”?

I will always believe that any of the Browns teams from 1986 through 1989 could have won the Super Bowl or at least performed better than Denver did.

I left Ohio in 1994 and wound up in Indiana where I became a Colts fan after Browns owner Art Modell moved the team to Baltimore.

Three years later when the “New Browns” took the field, they were complete strangers to me.

As bad as they were, at least I knew some Colts players and I even bought a Tony Siragusa jersey and could yell “Goose!” when the best of them.

It’s why I recently bought a “I Wanna Party Like It’s 1964” jersey in the browns’ colors.

That was the last time Cleveland won an NFL title, 27-0 over the, Yep! You guessed it. The Baltimore Colts.

Talk about reality!