Morning Coffee: I Would Have Been Happy with a Popsicle

I am not here today. Why will be explained in todays morning coffee.

By Benjamin Groff II GroffMedia© | benandsteve.com | ©2026

Oct 2, 2026


Good morning, folks. It’s Friday, and if you’re reading this, it means my coffee has gone out without me.

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By now, I expect to be in surgery or recovering afterward, possibly deeply sedated. Either way, someone else will be making the rounds this morning.

You see, I’ve done it again.

Somehow, I keep finding ways to get myself scheduled for repairs. Several times a year, somebody decides I need another adjustment. I’m beginning to think I should come with a maintenance manual.

This particular visit, however, was unplanned.

On Sunday, I was innocently walking across the den when my lights went out. No warning. No dramatic announcement. Just a sudden goodnight—and down I went.

In the process, I managed to break my leg and ankle and dislocate another bone in the ankle.

All of that, simply crossing the floor.

I didn’t trip over anything. I didn’t tumble down a staircase. I wasn’t attempting one of those athletic maneuvers that begins with “Watch this!” I fainted. Apparently, my landing had ambitions of its own.

Thanks to good insurance and the people arranging my care, I’m having surgery this morning to put things back where they belong.

Personally, I would have been happy with a Popsicle. The medical team felt a more substantial response was warranted.

The surgeon even postponed a trip out of town so he could stay and take care of me. That means a great deal. Knowing someone rearranged his own plans to help put me back together gives me something to be grateful for amid all this unexpected excitement.

I’m also grateful to having Steve there. He immediatedly heard me fall. Then notices something wasn’t right. My body was bent in a weird fold. He was my advocate in between my screaming. Then the rescuers who arrived at our home and carried me out. When your ordinary Sunday suddenly becomes an emergency, those folks become the most welcome people you’ve ever seen.

What still leaves me dumbfounded is how I managed so much damage in such a small space. I’ve had people demonstrate how they think I fell, and nobody else has come away with a broken leg or ankle.

I seem to have added something to the performance that cannot be reproduced.

In preparation for my absence, I’ve scheduled several weeks of Morning Coffee. There will still be a thought or two waiting here to help you begin your day, even while I’m busy following instructions about keeping my leg elevated.

During recovery, I plan to catch up on old episodes of South Park. I mean, educational programming about South America. We’ll see how convincing I sound after the medication wears off.

This was me in the Emergency Room Sunday night. I kept telling everyone “my eyes are up here!” They tried to reset it. Under full sedation, while unconscious, I screamed bloody murder. People could hear me out in the hallways adjacent to the emergency room. Patients who had been waiting for hours, got up and left. I was asked I could come back next week.

I do feel I owe you more. Perhaps a chance to sign my cast, if I get one. Or footage of the fire trucks and ambulance arriving. Some photographic evidence of this latest production would have been nice.

So far, I have only a photo of me in the emergency room. A photo of my foot.

All I can offer is the mystery of how a fellow walks across his own den, trips over absolutely nothing, and winds up needing surgical repairs.

Keep the coffee going, folks. I’m looking forward to updating you on the other side of surgery.

And next time somebody offers me a Popsicle, I’m taking it before the situation escalates.


Johnny Gage Has Answered His Last Call: Remembering Randolph Mantooth

© Benjamin H. Groff II — Truth Endures / benandsteve.com

July 11, 2026

There are actors who entertain us for an hour each week. Then there are actors whose work quietly changes the course of people’s lives.

Randolph Mantooth was one of those rare individuals.

Millions knew him simply as firefighter-paramedic John Gage on the television series Emergency!. Week after week, audiences watched Squad 51 race toward danger while others ran away. For many of us, it was our first real glimpse into the world of emergency medicine. Before Emergency!, most Americans had never even heard the word “paramedic.” By the time the series had finished its remarkable run, the profession had become part of our national vocabulary, and communities across America were beginning to recognize just how vital those highly trained men and women could be.

Mantooth himself once remarked that when he was first offered the role, he asked,

“What the hell’s a paramedic?” There were only a handful in California at the time.

As someone who spent years in law enforcement and emergency communications, and who worked alongside ambulance crews and first responders, I can tell you this: television rarely captures the reality of the job. Emergency!came closer than most.

More importantly, it inspired countless young people to become EMTs, paramedics, firefighters, nurses, and physicians. Many have openly credited Randolph Mantooth and his co-star Kevin Tighe for setting them on that path. That may be the greatest legacy an actor could ever hope to leave—not simply applause, but lives changed because someone watching believed they could make a difference.

Randolph Mantooth: The Actor Who Helped Inspire a Generation of Paramedics

What impressed me most about Randolph Mantooth was that he never walked away from the profession after the cameras stopped rolling. Long after Emergency! ended, he continued speaking at EMS conferences, supporting firefighters and paramedics, advocating for emergency medical services, and honoring those who answered the call every day. He understood that the badge his character wore represented real people who climbed into ambulances and fire apparatus every morning, never knowing what the next call would bring. He became one of their strongest ambassadors.

Gage and the more buttoned-down DeSoto worked out the Los Angeles County Fire Department’s Station 51, interacting often with Rampart General Hospital personnel Dr. Kelly Brackett (Robert Fuller), nurse Dixie McCall (Julie London) and Dr. Joe Early (Bobby Troup, London’s real-life husband).

One of the qualities I admired most about Randolph Mantooth was that he never walked away from the role that made him a household name. He recognized that John Gage had become far more than a television character. In this video, Mantooth speaks about the privilege—and the responsibility—of representing the paramedics and firefighters of the Los Angeles Fire Department. His words reveal the genuine respect he held for those who serve others every day.

On Emergency! He Was Johnny Gage. To Millions, He Was Much More.

Actors often hope they will be remembered for a performance. Randolph Mantooth will be remembered for something much greater. He portrayed courage with such honesty that it encouraged others to live it. Somewhere tonight, an EMT will respond to a difficult call. A paramedic will restart a heart. A firefighter will pull someone from danger. Many of those men and women first imagined themselves wearing that uniform while watching a young paramedic named John Gage answer another call from Rampart Hospital.

Somewhere, one can almost hear it one final time.

Mantooth is Gage


"Rampart, this is Squad 51..."

Squad 51, Firefighter – Paramedic Johnny Gage you are clear to go 10-7. Rest Easy. Your Watch is hereby completed. God’s Speed!

Rampart to Squad 51 - Thank you, Randolph Mantooth. Johnny Gage!
Rest easy, sir. Your watch is over. The generations you inspired will answer from here.

Randolph Mantooth as Johnny Gage