The interviewer leans forward, the stage lights catching the silver in Werner Klemperer’s hair. This is late in his career, and he’s at a retrospective event for classic…

Richard Dawson sat back in the velvet-lined chair, the soft studio lights of the late-night retrospective catchings the silver in his hair. He had that familiar, mischievous glint…

The studio lights were a bit softer than they used to be back at Paramount, and Werner Klemperer sat with the kind of poised, effortless grace that only…

The studio lights were always a bit too bright for a man of my displacement, especially when you are wrapped in several layers of thick, authentic wool. I…

It was a rainy Tuesday night in 1984, and I was sitting in a small, cramped university theater for a retrospective on classic television. The room was packed…

The interviewer leans forward, shifting a few papers on the mahogany desk before pulling out a slightly yellowed, glossy eight-by-ten photograph. He slides it across to Robert Clary,…

“Werner, you were always known as the most disciplined man on that set,” I say, leaning toward the microphone. We are sitting in a quiet, dimly lit recording…