For six seasons, the world knew him as the embodiment of blue-blooded arrogance. He was the man who played the cello to drown out the commoners and spoke…

The restaurant was quiet, the kind of place where the lighting is dim enough to hide the lines on a face but bright enough to see the sparkle…

The Malibu sun was beating down just like it used to. They were sitting on a quiet patio, miles away from the old Fox Ranch. Mike Farrell leaned…

The world knew the voice before they ever saw the face. It was a rich, resonant baritone that carried the weight of a thousand years of Ivy League…

I was sitting backstage at a theater in Ohio not too long ago, just waiting to go on for a local talk, and this young actor comes up…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Malibu hills, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush. It was a quiet afternoon, the…

Loretta Swit sat across the table from Jamie Farr, the afternoon sun catching the silver in their hair. They weren’t in the mud of Malibu anymore. There were…

The fluorescent lights of the convention center hummed overhead as I sat at the long table, a stack of glossy photos and a Sharpie in front of me….

The air in the climate-controlled storage facility was thin and smelled of archival paper and industrial cleaning fluid. It was a far cry from the dusty, sun-baked hills…