The air in the restaurant was cool, a sharp contrast to the memory of the dry, dusty heat of the Malibu mountains that lived in their bones. Loretta…

The interviewer leaned back, his headset glowing blue in the dim studio light. “Mike,” he said, “everyone knows the chemistry on MAS*H was legendary. But there had to…

The world knew him as the man who brought a touch of the Ivy League to a dusty field hospital in Korea. David Ogden Stiers possessed a voice…

The restaurant was too bright, and the music was a little too loud for a Tuesday evening. But in the corner booth, the world had narrowed down to…

I was sitting in a small, sound-dampened studio recently, doing one of those long-form podcasts where the host really wants to get under the skin of the “Golden…

The sun in the Malibu hills still has that same biting, unforgiving heat it did forty years ago. Loretta Swit shaded her eyes, looking out over the dry,…

The restaurant was too quiet for a Saturday night in Los Angeles. Loretta Swit sat across from the man who had been her commanding officer for eight long…

It is funny how memory works when you get to my age. People always ask about the heavy stuff, the episodes that made the world cry, or what…

The sun was beating down on the dry, scrub-choked hills of Malibu, much like it did back in 1975. Mike Farrell stood at the edge of the old…