THE CAMERAS WERE STILL ROLLING… BUT THE ACTING HAD LONG STOPPED
The afternoon sun was casting long, honey-colored shadows across the patio as Mike Farrell leaned back in his chair. Across from him, Loretta Swit adjusted her glasses, a…
LORETTA SWIT RECALLS THE SURGICAL PRANK THAT FINALLY BROKE HER POISE
I was sitting in a very modern, very sleek podcast studio in Los Angeles a few months back. The host was this young, bright-eyed fellow who clearly grew…
DAVID OGDEN STIERS RECALLS THE SURGERY PRANK THAT BROKE HIS DIGNITY
I was sitting in a dimly lit studio for a podcast called The Creative Path just a few years ago. The host was a bright-eyed fellow who clearly…
MIKE FARRELL DIDN’T SAY GOODBYE TO HAWKEYE. HE SAID IT TO ALAN.
The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that only happens when two people have known each other for half a lifetime. Mike Farrell sat across from Loretta…
GARY BURGHOFF RECALLS THE DAY THE MASH CAST TOTALLY DISAPPEARED
It is funny how a single sound can define a decade of your life. I was sitting in a small, soundproof studio recently for a podcast interview. The…
THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK WAS ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST JOKER
I was sitting across from a young podcast host recently who asked me a question I’ve heard a thousand times, but his framing was a little different. He…
TV’S MOST INNOCENT SOLDIER… BUT HIS REAL WAR WAS AT HOME
In the late 1970s, there was no face more recognizable or more beloved on American television than that of the wide-eyed, soda-pop-drinking corporal who could hear helicopters…
THE FINALE WAS JUST A SCRIPT… UNTIL THE MUSIC STOPPED.
The afternoon sun was leaning low against the windows of Mike Farrell’s living room, casting long, amber shadows across the floor. David Ogden Stiers sat in the armchair…
THE SERIOUS COLONEL POTTER… BUT THE OPERATING ROOM HAD A SLIMY SECRET
The old man leaned back in the director’s chair, the soft stage lights of the retrospective special catching the familiar twinkle in his eyes. Harry Morgan didn’t look…
THE SKY BEGAN TO SCREAM… AND SUDDENLY THEY WERE BACK.
The sun was baking the dust into that familiar, copper-colored powder. Alan Alda leaned against a gnarled piece of oak, his eyes squinting against the harsh Malibu glare….