The set of MAS*H was often a place of controlled chaos. It was a production defined by high energy, rapid-fire dialogue, and the constant, dry heat of the…

It was a Tuesday afternoon in a quiet corner of Los Angeles when Jamie Farr leaned across the table. He was looking at Loretta Swit, the woman the…

I am sitting on a stage in a hotel ballroom, looking out at a sea of faces that have followed me for decades. It is one of those…

The light was fading over the California hills, that particular shade of gold that makes everything look like a photograph from 1974. Gary sat on the porch, his…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the dusty trail. Mike Farrell leaned against a…

  I was sitting in a small, quiet studio for one of those career-retrospective interviews, the kind where they have the nice lighting and the soft chairs that…

  For years, the world knew him as the ultimate aristocrat. He was the man who brought a taste of the Boston Brahmin to a muddy tent in…

The stage was lit with that soft, nostalgic amber glow you only see at these “Evening with the Stars” events. Jamie Farr sat there, leaning back in a…

By the mid-1970s, stage 9 at 20th Century Fox had become a sort of sacred ground. The air was always thick with a specific kind of artificial dust,…