The sun was beginning to dip behind the hills of a quiet California afternoon. Gary Burghoff sat across from Loretta Swit on a small, shaded patio, far removed…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the canyon walls, casting long, amber shadows across the patio where they sat. It was a quiet afternoon, the kind of…

For years, the world knew him as the definitive voice of upper-crust disdain. He was the man who could make a simple request for a glass of sherry…

To the world, he was the embodiment of the high-born intellectual. He was the man with the silver tongue, the Harvard education, and the refined taste for Mozart…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the porch. Jamie Farr leaned back in his…

The sun was beginning to drop behind the jagged, dusty spine of the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a place where the air still tastes like dry sage…

The restaurant in Malibu was quiet, the kind of place where the wine is expensive and the lighting is dim enough to hide the lines that time has…

Loretta sat across from Jamie in a quiet corner of a restaurant in Los Angeles, the kind of place where the lighting is dim enough to hide the…

The restaurant was quiet, the kind of place where the light stays low and the world outside feels like a distant memory. Three old friends sat around a…