RICHARD DAWSON REFLECTS ON THE CHAOS OF STALAG 13
The studio lights were low, and the hum of the air conditioning provided a steady, rhythmic backdrop to the conversation. Richard Dawson sat back in his chair, a…
THE NEW COLONEL AND THE SURPRISING SURGERY OF THE STEAMED ARTICHOKE
The studio lights were dimmed low, casting a warm, amber glow over the set of the late-night retrospective. Harry Morgan sat comfortably in a leather armchair, his face…
THE DAY JAMIE FARR’S WEDDING DRESS TURNED INTO A MUD SLIDE
The microphone was humming slightly as I sat across from the host of the podcast. It’s funny how, even after decades, people still want to talk about the…
THE SOUND THAT STOPPED THE LAUGHTER IN THE MALIBU HILLS
The dry heat of the Malibu hills hasn’t changed much in fifty years. It still smells of scorched sage and dust that never quite settles. Mike Farrell stood…
THE DAY HARRY MORGAN ABSOLUTELY SHATTERED THE MASH PRODUCTION CREW
Jamie Farr leans back in the leather chair of the recording studio, the soft glow of the “On Air” sign reflecting off his glasses. He is guesting on…
THE JEEP WAS JUST A PROP UNTIL MIKE FARRELL SAT IN IT AGAIN.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the dry, golden hills of the Malibu ranch, casting long, dramatic shadows across the dirt. Mike Farrell stood with his hands…
ALAN ALDA REVEALS THE MOST EXPENSIVE LAUGH IN TELEVISION HISTORY
I am sitting across from a young journalist in a quiet studio, and she asks me a question I have heard perhaps a thousand times in my life,…
THE SOUND THAT STILL MAKES LORETTA SWIT STOP IN HER TRACKS.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged silhouette of the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the dusty ground. It was a quiet afternoon,…
THE DAY THE DRESS WON THE WAR
We were sitting on a stage in Beverly Hills for one of those big anniversary retrospectives, and the moderator asked that one question I have heard probably ten…
THE CAST CRIED DURING THE FINALE BUT IT WASN’T THE SCRIPT.
The restaurant was quiet, the kind of hushed California corner where legends go to be human. Loretta Swit sat across from Jamie Farr, the steam from their coffee…