Rich, varied to an almost incredible degree, lived fully and well—whodathunk it would be Bobby Friggin’ Sherman (!!!) I’m talking about here?
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THERE walked a man, folks. Fare thee well to you, Bobby Sherman. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.
I hadn’t heard his name in a long, long time and now I know why. He wasn’t one of those people still doing ANYTHING to stay in the public eye no matter how degrading or embarrassing.
Given how many losers are doing that nowadays, just for that the guy’s a real hero.
To be an EMT to boot! Well, kudos to ya Bobby. RIP
Ditto!
What a real man looks like. Desired by women, being a success and being a servant to those in dire need.
Hate to piss on the parade, but just…no. In fact, HELL NO.
He was just another long-failed teen idol whose 15 minutes had expired.
When I ran across him (and it happened multiple times), he was wannabe-playing an EMT (he may have, at some point, sat through a class and gotten a card, but was never gainfully employed at that craft a single day in his entire life AFAAK) who had loaded his Ford Pinto or AMC Pacer (or somesuch other Shermanmobile that was an embarrassingly crappy babe-repulsor vehicle) with all the vaguely medical shit he could find, and self-deployed hither and yon without anyone’s permission to places he wasn’t wanted, invited, nor necessary.
I worked multiple events in conjunction with actual event organizers where he had to be chased off and told in no uncertain terms to go home, where he represented himself as first aid, at major events that had already contracted with actual ambulance companies and civil entities for actual certified and licensed EMS practitioners.
His fall-back was to foist himself mainly on the LAPD, which at the time before and after Rodney King was so desperate for any positive attention from anyone, even 20-years-ago celebutards, they pretty much looked the other way whenever he showed up. I have no doubt some of his heart was in the right place, but he never took the time to follow the actual protocols to become legitimate, and the LAPD couldn’t afford to alienate even such a sad stray puppy, so they didn’t kick him to the curb. They mainly tried to find places where he couldn’t embarrass them, nor hurt anyone, then let him think he was helpful, pretty much like your dad letting you “help” when he was working in the shop. LAFD, OTOH, being loaded with a few thousand actual paramedics, shooed him away from accidents and events with a tedious inevitability, lest he somehow become associated with actual medical expertise and official recognition.
He even managed to get a small handful of acolytes, and he and sometimes they would show up uninvited and unneeded at fires, search and rescue incidents, and traffic accidents he just happened to have stumbled upon, and was overwhelmingly regarded by rank-and-file city employees, police and fire, as mainly an earnest nuisance.
There is no record of him doing anything remotely life-saving, and he was notably absent from all view after both the Rodney King free TVs and Nikes Riots, and the Northridge earthquake, which affected millions of people city-wide for weeks.
He wasn’t evil, just an overenthusiastic and under-qualified wannabe, desperate for any shred of a spotlight, even if he had to point his own flashlight at himself, and having witnessed his antics first-hand for several years, I can state authoritatively that any other pretense regarding his efforts after his celebrity faded is pure hogwash, and while he was alive, it was self-promoting hogwash.
{cf. Sean Penn’s disaster relief flyovers, Steven Segall’s 350# stint as a sheriff deputy, and a thousand fading stars putting glasses on and becoming self-proclaimed World’s Foremost Experts on hunger, immigration, globull warmism, or a hundred other things nobody asked their opinion on.}
He was teenybopper schlock for 15 minutes in the 1960s.
After that, he was boob bait for the bubbas, and a legend in his own mind.
I’m sorry for his family’s sake that he has passed, and as former TV stars go, he was relatively inoffensive, but his absence will be a relief to pretty much every beat cop and firefighter within 50 miles of LA City Hall.
Believe what you like. I saw the reality, personally, on numerous occasions in the L.A. area, and there is nothing there to emulate or adore. I’m sure he imagined himself as a help rather than a minor nuisance, and he was better than former celebrities who throw rocks or march in riots, but only by a very, very little bit.