It is a funny thing about memory, isn’t it? You spend years trying to build a career based on gravitas and classical training, and yet, the things that…

The interviewer leans forward, a grin already forming on his face before he even finishes the question. He asks me, “Jamie, we all know Klinger’s wardrobe was the…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Malibu hills, casting long, amber shadows across the rocky terrain. It was a quiet afternoon, the…

I was sitting on a stage at a fan convention a few years back, looking out at a sea of familiar faces and some very creative MAS*H cosplayers….

The interviewer leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye, and asks the one question I’ve heard in a thousand different ways over the last forty years. He…

The sun over the Malibu hills has a specific way of burning through the morning mist, even forty years later. Jamie Farr stood near the edge of the…

You know, it’s funny how a single image can just pull you right back into the dust and the heat of Malibu. I was sitting at a fan…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the hills of Malibu, casting long, golden shadows across the dry grass. Jamie Farr sat on a folding chair, squinting against…

The host leans in, eyes bright with the kind of nostalgia that only comes from talking to a legend of the small screen. Jamie, he says, we all…