Friday, August 22

Stayin' Alive in Chattanooga

My father, a good Tennessee boy, was so embarrassed about where I was born that he taught me to tell people I was born in Chattanooga. I think I was five or six years old before I realized that I was actually born in Chicago.

Anyway, that explains a lot about how I ended up with my warped sense of humor -- AND why this hokey video caught my eye. I'm not sure I'd call this a flash mob but it is a fun little introduction to CPR -- AND it taught the recruits at the fire academy that their job involves more than riding around town in a red truck with red lights and sirens. You've got to be able to sing and dance, too. (Fire fighting gets harder every year.)

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