THE RADIO WAS FAKE BUT THE BROTHERHOOD WAS REAL
The warehouse was drafty and smelled of floor wax and forgotten things. Robert Clary moved slowly through the rows of crates, his small frame draped in a coat…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY LOST HIS COLD GERMAN COMPOSURE
You know, people often ask me if I ever felt a bit of… what is the word… professional jealousy regarding the laughs John Banner got. Werner Klemperer settles…
THE RADIO WAS A PROP BUT THE SILENCE FELT TOO REAL
Robert Clary stood in the dim light of the studio archive, his hands hovering over a crate that hadn’t been opened in decades. The air in the room…
THE DAY THE MONOCLE REBELLED AGAINST COLONEL KLINK
Host: Werner, we have a caller on the line who wants to ask about the technical side of the show. Specifically, they want to know about the monocle….
THE DAY THE ATTACK DOGS FELL IN LOVE WITH SERGEANT SCHULTZ
It is 1971, and John Banner is sitting on a talk show couch, looking every bit the jovial, warm-hearted man that audiences had come to love as Sergeant…
THE DAY JOHN BANNER LOST HIS COMPOSURE OVER A SECRET DRAWING
It was late in the summer of 1972, and the air in the television studio felt heavy with the kind of nostalgia that only comes when a long-running…
THE DAY THE MONOCLE BECAME A LETHAL WEAPON ON SET
It is a quiet afternoon in the mid-1990s, and Werner Klemperer is sitting in a sun-drenched study, looking every bit the sophisticated musician and intellectual he was in…
THE TUNNEL WAS FAKE BUT THE BROTHERHOOD WAS REAL
The sun was hitting the backlot of the old studio with a peculiar, golden sharpness that only late afternoon in California can manage. Robert Clary stood near the…
THE DUST OF STALAG 13 NEVER TRULY SETTLED
The sun was beginning to dip behind the soundstages at the old Desilu lot, casting long, skeletal shadows that looked like the bars of a cell. Robert Clary…
THE DAY AN ALARM CLOCK RUINED THE THIRD REICH
The fluorescent lights of the convention hall hummed with a low-frequency buzz that seemed to vibrate right through the folding chairs. On the small, carpeted stage, Richard Dawson…