You know, people always ask me about the transition from a show like Dragnet to a show like MAS*H. They are two completely different universes, really. In Dragnet,…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the porch. It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the air…

It started with the sound of a metal chair scraping against a cold floor. Loretta Swit was the first to notice the silence in the room, the kind…

I remember sitting on a plastic chair under the bright lights of a convention center in 2015. The room was packed with fans wearing olive drab and surgical…

The heat in the Malibu hills has a very specific weight to it. It is a dry, relentless heat that smells of sagebrush and parched earth. Two men…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the Malibu hills, casting long, amber shadows across the old ranch. Loretta sat across from Jamie, the steam from their coffee…

The podcast host leans in, his voice dropping into that familiar, inquisitive tone that usually precedes a deep dive into television history. He asks Jamie about the physical…

The sun was dipping low over the Santa Monica Mountains, casting the kind of long, amber shadows that used to mean the crew was losing light. Jamie Farr…

The way Loretta Swit leans back in her chair tells you she isn’t just an actress anymore. She is a keeper of a very specific, very sacred kind…