THE ARISTOCRATIC MAJOR… BUT HE WAS AFRAID TO BE HIMSELF
The world knew him as the definitive aristocrat. For years, he occupied our television screens as Major Charles Emerson Winchester III, a man whose spine seemed forged from…
THE WORLD’S MOST REFINED ARISTOCRAT… BUT HE LIVED IN THE SHADOWS
For years, the world knew David Ogden Stiers as the ultimate personification of blue-blooded arrogance. As Charles Emerson Winchester III, he was the man who brought Mozart to…
HOLLYWOOD’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS HEART BELONGED TO THE RAIN
He was the man with the voice that sounded like mahogany and expensive Scotch. On the screen, he was the embodiment of Bostonian elitism, a character who looked…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ELITIST… BUT HIS TRUE LOVE WAS A QUIET COAST
For years, the world knew him as the ultimate aristocrat. He was the man who brought a record player to a war zone just to ensure he didn’t…
TELEVISION’S MOST REFINED INTELLECTUAL… BUT HE LIVED IN SILENT FEAR
The fog often rolls in thick over the coast of Newport, Oregon, wrapping the rugged cliffs in a grey blanket that feels both protective and isolating. For years,…
THE POMPOUS ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUE VOICE WAS A GENTLE SYMPHONY
The rain in Newport, Oregon, has a very specific rhythm. It isn’t the dramatic, cinematic downpour of a Hollywood soundstage, but a steady, persistent hum that blankets the…
THE SOUND THAT STOPPED LORETTA SWIT IN HER TRACKS YEARS LATER
The air in the California hills was still, the kind of heavy, golden quiet that only settles over the landscape when the sun begins its long descent toward…
THE CHOPPER WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LOUD, BUT FOR LORETTA, IT WAS SILENT.
The sun over the Malibu hills has a way of playing tricks on the eyes. Jamie Farr sat on a folding chair, squinting against the late afternoon glare….
THE SOUND THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING FOR THE MEN OF THE 4077
The sun was beating down on the California tarmac, a dry, aggressive heat that felt older than the day itself. Mike Farrell stood with his hands in his…
THE CHOPPER BLADES STOPPED SPINNING… BUT THE SOUND NEVER LEFT MIKE FARRELL.
The hills of Malibu were quiet, until they weren’t. Mike Farrell stood in the dust, looking at a patch of dirt that used to be a helipad. Beside…