THE MAN IN THE SALMON DRESS… AND THE MUDDY TRUTH BEHIND IT
Jamie Farr leaned forward, squinting at the monitor. The host of the retrospective had just pulled up a still from Season 7. There he was. Maxwell Klinger, standing…
THEY SAID GOODBYE ON SCREEN… BUT THE REAL HEARTBREAK WAS OFF-CAMERA
They were sitting in a quiet corner of a hotel lobby, forty years after the choppers stopped flying. Mike Farrell looked across the small table at Loretta Swit….
THE DAY COLONEL POTTER TURNED THE OPERATING ROOM INTO A COMEDY CLUB
Alan Alda leaned back in his chair, the soft glow of the studio lights catching the silver in his hair as he adjusted his headphones. He was recording…
THE BOY WHO NEVER GREW UP… BUT THE MAN WAS SUFFOCATING
The air at Malibu Creek State Park was always thick with a particular kind of California dust. It clung to the olive-drab fatigues, settled in the creases of…
THE SILENCE BETWEEN TAKES WAS LOUDER THAN THE KOREAN WAR
Mike Farrell doesn’t look like a surgeon anymore. He sits in a quiet backyard in California, the late afternoon sun casting long, golden shadows across the grass. Across…
THE HAND ON HIS ARM WASN’T IN THE MAS*H SCRIPT.
Jamie Farr sat across from Harry Morgan on a quiet afternoon, years after the final chopper had left the ranch. The sunlight was warm, catching the silver in…
THE DRESS WAS A JOKE UNTIL THE DUST SETTLED FOREVER
Jamie Farr stood in the center of the quiet warehouse, the fluorescent lights humming above him. Loretta Swit was by his side, her hand resting lightly on his…
A MAN OF SILK AND STEEL BROKE ON A COLD KOREAN NIGHT
The air in the television studio was warm, but for a second, David Ogden Stiers felt a phantom chill. He was sitting in a quiet corner with William…
THE FADED SCRIPT PAGE THAT BROUGHT RADAR BACK TO THE SWAMP
Gary Burghoff hasn’t worn the olive drab cap in over forty years. He doesn’t keep much from the set, preferring the quiet of the present to the noise…
THE MOMENT THE MASK SLIPPED AND THE NURSE FINALLY CRIED
Loretta Swit sat in a small, wood-paneled room, the air smelling faintly of old paper and expensive coffee. Across from her sat William Christopher, his hands folded neatly…