The interviewer leaned forward, the studio lights reflecting off his glasses as he looked at Richard Dawson. Richard sat there, looking every bit the elder statesman of Hollywood,…

The interviewer, a young man in a sharp suit, leans forward and places an old, cracked leather belt on the coffee table between them. John Banner looks at…

The studio lights were a bit softer than they used to be back in the sixties, and Richard Dawson sat back in the armchair with that familiar, mischievous…

The studio lights were bright, and the audience was already leaning in, hanging on every word. It was 1971, and John Banner was sitting across from a talk…

Werner Klemperer leaned back in his chair, the stage lights reflecting off his polished shoes. He wasn’t wearing the uniform, of course, but after twenty years, people still…

The interviewer reaches under the table and produces a heavy, dull-grey helmet with the distinct markings of a Sergeant in the Luftwaffe. John Banner’s eyes immediately widen. He…

I remember sitting on a stage in a drafty convention hall back in the late seventies, just a few years after the show had gone into heavy syndication….

The interviewer leans back in the plush chair, the studio lights reflecting off his glasses. He looks over at Richard Dawson, who is sitting with that effortless, cool…