HE SAT IN THE JEEP ONE LAST TIME AND FINALLY UNDERSTOOD.
The dust in Malibu Creek State Park has a very specific way of clinging to your skin. It is a fine, reddish powder that tastes like salt and…
TV’S ARISTOCRATIC INTELLECTUAL… BUT HE LIVED A QUIET TRUTH FOR DECADES
The rain in Newport, Oregon, has a specific way of settling into the bones of the coastline. It is persistent, gray, and deeply private. For years, this was…
THE CAMERAS STOPPED ROLLING BUT LORETTA SWIT COULDN’T STOP CRYING.
The restaurant in Los Angeles was too quiet for a Friday afternoon. Gary sat across from Loretta, his hands wrapped around a coffee cup that seemed too big…
THE VOICEOVER KING… BUT HE HID HIS OWN TRUE VOICE
David Ogden Stiers was a man who lived in the deep resonance of his own chest. To the global audience, he was the quintessential aristocrat. Whether he was…
THE PIANIST’S HANDS: THE SCENE DAVID OGDEN STIERS NEVER TRULY LEFT
The restaurant in Malibu was quiet, the kind of place where the wine is expensive and the lighting is soft enough to hide the passage of decades. Loretta…
THE SOUND BROUGHT LORETTA SWIT TO HER KNEES FIVE DECADES LATER.
The sun was beating down on the tarmac, a dry, unforgiving heat that felt strangely familiar. Loretta Swit squinted against the glare, her hand shielded by a pair…
THE “GOODBYE” STONES WEREN’T JUST A PROP… THEY WERE A BROKEN PROMISE.
The studio lights had been turned off for decades, but for Mike Farrell, the smell of the California dust never quite left his lungs. He sat across from…
THE DAY HAWKEYE PIERCE OPERATED ON A SQUEAKY RUBBER CHICKEN
Alan Alda is sitting in a dimly lit studio, the soft glow of a desk lamp reflecting off his glasses as he leans into the microphone. He’s recording…
THE WORLD’S FAVORITE SOLDIER… BUT HIS GREATEST BATTLE WAS A HIDDEN HAND
The sun in Malibu Creek State Park was unforgiving, baking the dust into the olive-drab fatigues of the men and women scattered across the set. If you watch…
DAVID OGDEN STIERS KEPT A SECRET ABOUT THAT PIANO SCENE FOR DECADES.
They were sitting at a small table near the back of the room, tucked away from the flashbulbs and the loud, forced laughter of the 30th-anniversary gala. Loretta…