"Emergency!" was one of my favorite shows of the 1970s. Of course, it was a Jack Webb production. I can honestly say that after Gordon from "Sesame Street," Randolph "Johnny Gage" Mantooth of "Emergency!" was my first TV crush. I even memorized his birthday when they mentioned it in some horoscope plot on the show -- August 28.
It also contributed to society, in that it familiarized people across the nation with the paramedic program. It's hard to believe now that we didn't always have paramedics, but we really didn't. And it also taught people CPR and first aid, and then classes in both started sprouting up. Really hard for me to believe that people didn't know these necessary things then -- we're talking the 1970s here, not the 1770s, but apparently we didn't. So yay, "Emergency!" Cute guys, good drama and excellent social action.
Other fun things. Bobby Troup and Julie London (Dr. Joe Early and Nurse Dixie McCall) were married. "Alert Rampart!" is and always will be an awesome saying. Kelly Brackett was the first male "Kelly" I had ever heard of. A totally memorable episode featured someone in a bathtub with their toe stuck in the faucet, and completely frightened me away from idly doing that with my toe while bathing. The show was named "Emergency! One" in syndication, because new episodes were still airing under the "Emergency!" name. (Which we obviously don't do today, witness "Seinfeld," "Family Guy," "The Simpsons," etc., all featuring syndicated and new episodes with the same title.)
My husband Rob grew up in Southern California, and as a kid, was convinced HIS local fire station was the one seen in the opening credits. It wasn't -- he lived in Calabasas, and the station used was in Carson -- but I love that he wanted it to be.