Nostalgia: Dreams of Being a Dive Rescue Professional

Well it has been a long time since I lived just a block or two from East Shore Dock in Mahtomedi on the shores of White Bear Lake....but even as a youngster, ever since one of the neighbor kids got cut by a motor propeller, and got rescued, I have wondered about the glory of being a dive rescue professional-----when the sirens went off, heading to the speedboat, donning the scuba gear and heading out to the rescue.

Well...it does take a lot of training---(click on the post for a sample training firm) but thank goodness there are lots of pros that can provide training and equipment---and then there is the ageold problem of getting fit enough to get my swimming legs back---and yes, as some folks have teased me about, whether there is 3xl scuba dive gear available.

I know I will just have to watch this time, and I will gracefully yield to those heroic folks of the EMS, and I do tip my hat off to them as they embark on the extensive training necessary----and of course the training of how to move from street clothes to scuba gear quickly. It sure should be something that a cub reporter does look forward to covering.