The convention hall was packed. You could feel the heat from the stage lights reflecting off the rows of fans. I was sitting there, looking out at a…

The world knew him by a very specific cadence. It was a voice that dripped with the ivy-covered walls of Harvard and the cold, stiff upper lip of…

The museum was tucked away in a quiet corner of a warehouse district, far from the neon lights of Hollywood. Inside, the air smelled of stale oil, old…

Rosalind Chao remembers the heat more than anything else. It was a specific kind of California heat that felt like it belonged in another hemisphere, a thick, dusty…

I was sitting on a stage in North Carolina a few years back for one of those nostalgia conventions. The room was packed with people wearing olive drab…

The dusty hills of Malibu Creek State Park often felt a world away from the reality of 1970s Los Angeles. On the set of the most popular show…

The sun over the Santa Monica Mountains has a way of bleaching the color out of everything it touches. It is the kind of heat that doesn’t just…

Jamie and Loretta were sitting in the back of a dimly lit room, tucked away from the flashbulbs and the repetitive questions of the reporters. It had been…

I remember sitting on that stage at the collectors’ convention a few years back, looking out at a sea of faces that still, after all these decades, looked…