It was a rainy Tuesday afternoon in Los Angeles, decades after the olive-drab tents of the 4077th were finally packed away. Loretta Swit and Allan Arbus were sitting…

It was long after the cameras had stopped flashing and the ballroom had finally emptied out. A quiet hotel lobby bar, somewhere in the early two-thousands, following one…

I was sitting in this small, soundproof studio last week, doing one of those long-form podcast interviews where the host really wants to get under the fingernails of…

I was doing a podcast interview recently, sitting in a cozy studio in New York. The host was a sharp guy, someone who really knew his television history…

They were sitting in a sterile green room, the kind with bad lighting and a distinct lack of character. It was decades after the final helicopter had spun…

They had already said their goodbyes. The wrap party was waiting. It was the end of the third season, and everyone on the set of the 4077th was…

I was sitting across from a young journalist recently, and she asked me a question that I’ve heard a thousand times, but it always brings a smile to…

The café was a long way from the dusty hills of the 20th Century Fox backlot. Loretta Swit sat across the small patio table from Kellye Nakahara, the…

The studio was quiet, save for the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft glow of the recording equipment. Alan Alda leaned into the podcast microphone,…