The world saw a boy who never grew up. They saw the oversized glasses, the knitted cap pulled low even in the California heat, and the worn teddy…

Harry Morgan always walked with a certain quiet authority, even long after the cameras had stopped rolling and the sets had been struck. He had that unmistakable old-school…

Loretta Swit sat in a quiet chair, the kind of stillness that only comes with age and a thousand memories. She was thinking about a man who wasn’t…

I am sitting on a brightly lit stage at a fan convention in Las Vegas, surrounded by the hum of a thousand voices and the smell of expensive…

The sun was beating down on the dry, golden hills of Malibu Creek State Park just like it did in 1972. Gary Burghoff stood near the spot where…

The lunch was quiet, the kind of silence that only exists between people who have known each other for forty years. Loretta Swit sat across from Harry Morgan,…

You know, people always ask me if I kept the dresses. They think there is a giant walk-in closet in my house filled with sequins and chiffon. I…

The 4077th was a place of noise. There was the constant, rhythmic thumping of helicopter blades, the shouting of orders, and the canned laughter that followed every wisecrack…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a specific kind of light that only hits the Malibu hills…