JAMIE FARR AND LORETTA SWIT RECALLED THE SILENCE AFTER THE FIRE.
They sat in a quiet corner of the gala, two people who had once shared a tent in a war that never ended. Jamie Farr looked at Loretta…
THE FUNNIEST MAN IN KOREA… WAS CARRYING THE HEAVIEST REAL-LIFE SECRET
The hotel lobby was quiet, the kind of expensive silence that only exists in the hours just before dawn. Loretta Swit sat across from Jamie Farr, two old…
THE SURGERY WAS CRITICAL… BUT THE CORPSE FINALLY HAD ENOUGH
The studio lights are low, and the air is filled with that sterile, hushed expectancy that comes with a high-end podcast recording. Mike Farrell sits across from the…
THE SMELL OF THE DUST… AND THE TRUTH IN HAWKEYE’S EYES
The air in the museum archive was sterile, smelling faintly of white gloves and preserved history. Alan Alda walked slowly between the rows of crates, his hands tucked…
THE ARISTOCRAT’S COLD EXTERIOR… BUT THE COLONEL SAW THE TRUTH
The late afternoon sun was slanting through the window of a quiet living room in the Pacific Northwest. David Ogden Stiers sat in a high-backed armchair, his posture…
THE GOLDEN GOWN THAT TURNED THE COLONEL INTO A COMEDIAN
The studio lights were dimmed, casting a warm glow over the velvet chairs where Jamie Farr sat, leaning forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes. The host…
THE VETERAN COLONEL’S STERN EXTERIOR… BUT THE MASK FINALLY CRACKED
The interviewer leaned in, a respectful smile on his face, and quoted one of those quintessential Colonel Potter-isms that had defined a decade of television. “Horse hockey,” he…
THE FINAL GOODBYE WAS SCRIPTED… BUT THE SILENCE WASN’T.
The tea had gone cold on the patio table, but neither of them seemed to notice. Loretta Swit sat across from Mike Farrell, the afternoon sun catching the…
THE PADRE HEARD THE WHIRR… BUT THE COLONEL FELT THE WEIGHT.
The dust at Malibu Creek never quite settles. It stays in the creases of your skin, a fine, pale powder that reminds you of a time when the…
