JAMIE FARR REVEALS THE STRUGGLE OF BEING THE BEST DRESSED SOLDIER
I was sitting on a stage at one of those big nostalgia conventions a few years ago. The room was packed with people wearing olive drab jackets and…
THE WORLD’S FAVORITE INNOCENT SON… BUT HIS HEART WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE
The world knew him as the boy who could hear the choppers before they appeared on the horizon. He was the one with the oversized cap, the round…
LORETTA SWIT KNEW GARY BURGHOFF WASN’T ACTING IN HIS FINAL SCENE.
They sat together in a small, sun-drenched room, the kind of space that feels too quiet for two people who once lived inside the controlled chaos of a…
MCLEAN STEVENSON AND THE DAY THE MASH SET COMPLETELY FELL APART
We were sitting on a stage in North Hollywood, years after the olive drab fatigues had been packed away into a storage locker somewhere in the Fox archives….
THE ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT ON SCREEN… BUT A SOUL YEARNING FOR TRUTH
When he first stepped onto the set of the most popular show in America, the atmosphere was already a well-oiled machine. The cast had spent years forming a…
LORETTA SWIT HEARD THE SOUND AND SUDDENLY THE CANYON WAS REAL AGAIN.
The sun was dipping low over the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the rocky terrain of Malibu Creek State Park. Jamie stood there, hands shoved…
THE SCENE WHERE FATHER MULCAHY STOPPED ACTING AND STARTED HEALING.
It was a Tuesday afternoon in a quiet corner of a Los Angeles bistro. The lunch rush had faded into a soft hum of clinking silverware and distant…
THE JEEP COUGHED ONCE, AND FORTY YEARS DISAPPEARED IN THE DUST.
The olive drab paint was peeling in ways that looked like topographical maps of a country that no longer exists. Mike Farrell stood there, his hands buried deep…
THE ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS REAL LIFE WAS A HUMBLE SYMPHONY
Most people remember the man as Major Charles Emerson Winchester III. He was the quintessential blue-blood, a man who carried the weight of a fictional Boston heritage with…
THE SOUND THAT STOPPED LORETTA SWIT IN HER TRACKS FORTY YEARS LATER
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica Mountains. Mike Farrell adjusted his hat, squinting against the golden glare that bathed the…