WERNER KLEMPERER AND THE CASE OF THE VANISHING MONOCLE
The interviewer leaned forward, his hands clasped over a stack of notes, and slid a grainy, black-and-white production still across the mahogany table. Werner Klemperer, elegant even in…
RICHARD DAWSON RECALLS THE GUEST DIRECTOR WHO TOOK STALAG 13 TOO SERIOUSLY
The studio lights were always a bit too bright for a man who had spent the previous night enjoying the Los Angeles nightlife, but Richard Dawson sat in…
THE FLYING MONOCLE AND THE COOKIE TRAY OF STALAG 13
You know, people always ask me if I had that thing glued to my face, Werner says, leaning back in the plush, velvet chair of the television studio….
THE COMMANDANT IN THE CONCERT HALL: WERNER KLEMPERER’S MOST AWKWARD FAN ENCOUNTER
It is a strange thing to sit across from a man who spent years embodied in a stiff, leather-coated caricature of evil, only to find a person of…
ALAN ALDA REVEALS THE SURGICAL MASK PRANK THAT HALTED PRODUCTION
I was sitting in a small, soundproofed studio in Manhattan last week, recording an episode for my podcast, Clear + Vivid. The guest was a brilliant neuroscientist, and…
THE DAY DOROTHY FELL IN THE DUST AT THE MASH 4077TH
“You know, people always ask if I kept the dresses,” Jamie says, his voice carrying that familiar, warm rasp over the podcast mic. He’s sitting in a studio,…
JAMIE FARR AND KELLYE NAKAHARA HEARD A SOUND THAT STOPPED TIME
Jamie Farr was standing on a patch of dry, sun-bleached grass when it happened. Beside him, Kellye Nakahara was laughing about a story from three decades ago. The…
THEY THOUGHT THE CAMERAS WERE OFF… BUT THE GOODBYE WAS REAL.
Jamie Farr sat in a quiet corner of the room, looking at the two people who knew his history better than his own family. The California sun was…
THE CHOPPER BLADES STOPPED SPINNING, BUT THE SILENCE FELT LOUDER.
Mike Farrell sat on the wide wooden porch, the late afternoon California sun warming his face in a way that felt familiar. Beside him, Gary Burghoff watched the…
THE CHOPPERS FINALLY STOPPED… BUT THE ECHO NEVER LEFT MALIBU CREEK.
The hills of Malibu have a way of holding onto the heat long after the sun begins to dip. Mike Farrell leaned against a weathered wooden fence, looking…