THE LEATHER JACKET WAS OLD BUT THE MEMORY WAS STILL HEAVY
Robert Clary stood on a patch of dry California earth that used to be a world of barbed wire and frozen mud. The sun was dipping low over…
THE WOODEN BUNK CREAKED… AND SUDDENLY THE LAUGHTER STOPPED
The studio lot was a graveyard of memories, a place where the sun always seemed to set a little too fast. Richard Dawson stood near the edge of…
THE DAY THE LAUGHTER STOPPED ON THE GRAVEL OF STALAG 13
It looked like a pile of rags sitting in the back of a humid storage unit. Two men stood over a cardboard box, their shadows stretching long across…
THE UNIFORMS WERE PROPS BUT THE SILENCE WAS REAL
The old 40 Acres backlot in Culver City was never meant to last forever. By the time the two men returned to the site of Stalag 13, the…
THEY WERE ENEMIES ON SCREEN BUT THE GRAVEL TOLD ANOTHER STORY
The studio lot at Paramount was unusually quiet that afternoon, the kind of stillness that only settles over a place when the cameras stop rolling and the ghosts…
THE UNIFORM WAS JUST A PROP UNTIL THE GRAVEL CRUNCHED
The warehouse was tucked away in a corner of the studio lot where the ghosts of Old Hollywood go to sleep. It smelled of cedar, mothballs, and the…
HOW RICHARD DAWSON FINALLY BROKE THE UNBREAKABLE COLONEL KLINK
The studio was quiet, the kind of expensive silence you only find in high-end podcast booths, and Richard Dawson sat back, his voice a familiar, gravelly velvet. The…
THEY THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A TV SHOW… UNTIL THE CHOPPERS RETURNED.
Mike Farrell was halfway through a story about his grandkids when the air began to change. He was sitting on a quiet patio in the hills, the California…
THE DAY THE OPERATING ROOM TURNED INTO A COMEDY CLUB
I was sitting in a small, soundproof studio recently, recording an episode for my podcast, and the host asked me something I haven’t been asked in a very…
TV’S MOST ELOQUENT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUTH WAS HIDDEN IN SILENCE
The coastal town of Newport, Oregon, is a place defined by its relationship with the mist. It rolls in off the Pacific, heavy and grey, blurring the lines…