HOLLYWOOD’S GREATEST MILITARY COMMISSARY COMMANDER… BUT HIS REAL PASSION WAS SAVING BIRDS
The noise of a television set is different from any other kind of noise. It has a sharp, electronic edge that bounces off the walls of a quiet…
THE BUMBLING CORPORAL… BUT HIS TRUE BATTLE WAS WITH INTENSE ISOLATION
We all remember the young man with the oversized glasses, the knitted cap, and the uncanny ability to hear incoming choppers before anyone else. For years, he was…
A HALF-CENTURY PASSED BEFORE LORETTA SWIT DISCOVERED THE TRUTH ABOUT HAWKEYE.
The Malibu Creek sun was beating down exactly the way it did in 1974. Alan Alda stood near a patch of dry brush, his hands buried deep in…
THE SOUND IN THE CORNER MADE LORETTA SWIT STOP IN HER TRACKS.
The warehouse in North Hollywood was drafty and smelled of dust, old cardboard, and damp concrete. Loretta Swit was standing near a stack of crates when she heard…
THE HELICOPTER BLADES HAD STOPPED TURNING FORTY YEARS AGO… BUT MIKE FARRELL COULD STILL HEAR THEM.
It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in Malibu when the past decided to catch up with them. Gary Burghoff sat across from his old friend, a cup of…
THE SCENE WAS WRITTEN TO BE TOUGH… BUT MIKE FARRELL COULDN’T LOOK AT THE JEEP.
The Malibu Creek State Park winds were kicking up the exact same California dust. Two old friends stood near the brush, shield-shading their eyes against the glaring afternoon…
THE SOUND OF A DISTANT ENGINE CHANGED EVERYTHING FOR MIKE FARRELL.
The California sun was beating down on the old Malibu Creek State Park, baking the dry brush until the air smelled exactly like 1975. Mike Farrell stood near…
THE CHOPPER SOUNDED DIFFERENT IN 1974… BUT FOR MIKE FARRELL, THE REAL SHOCK CAME DECADES LATER.
The Malibu Creek sun was beating down exactly the way it used to, baking the dry brush until the air smelled like dust and old canvas. Mike Farrell…
THE SCENE TOOK WEEKS TO WRITE… BUT LORETTA SWIT KNEW IT IMMEDIATELY.
The sound of pouring rain outside the quiet Malibu restaurant sounded exactly like the old soundstage. Loretta Swit adjusted her glasses and looked across the table at Gary…
THE NIGHT THE LAUGHTER STOPPED IN THE RECONSTRUCTED PRE-OP CHOPPER PAD.
It was a Tuesday afternoon when the three old friends sat down in a quiet studio backlot, looking at a grainy black-and-white photograph from 1975. Loretta Swit ran…