THE DAY THE MONOCLE BECAME A TEA BAG IN STALAG 13

The year was 1994, and Werner Klemperer sat in a quiet studio, his posture as sharp as it had been thirty years prior. He was there for a…

THE LAUGHTER FADED WHEN THE BOOTS HIT THE GRAVEL

The sun was dipping low over the backlot at 40 Acres, casting long, skeletal shadows from the remains of the guard towers. Robert Clary walked slowly, his hands…

THE UNIFORM WAS A JOKE UNTIL THE MUSIC PLAYED AGAIN

The steak was perfectly cooked, but Werner Klemperer wasn’t looking at his plate. He was looking across the small, candlelit table at Robert Clary. They were in a…

THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY LOST HIS DIGNITY ON THE SET

The studio lights in the podcast booth were dimmed, creating a quiet, intimate atmosphere that felt worlds away from the frantic energy of a 1960s television set. Werner…

THE DAY COLONEL KLINK DRANK HIS OWN EYE

I remember sitting on a small, velvet-covered chair on a stage in New Jersey back in the late nineties. It was one of those nostalgia conventions where the…

SERGEANT SCHULTZ AND THE STUBBORN STUMP OF CULVER CITY

You know, people always ask if I ever got tired of wearing that heavy Luftwaffe overcoat. The truth is, that coat was like a second skin to me…

WERNER KLEMPERER AND THE CASE OF THE VANISHING MONOCLE

It was a chilly evening in North Hollywood, back in the mid-nineties, and the auditorium was packed with people who had grown up watching us every night at…

THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ ACTUALLY SAW TOO MUCH

John Banner sits in a quiet, sun-drenched studio, his presence still filling the room despite the years that have passed since he last wore the grey wool of…

THE DAY SCHULTZ TRIED TO EAT THE SCENERY ON THE SET

The podcast host, Marcus, leans forward and places a tarnished silver platter on the table between them. Robert Clary, sitting upright with that unmistakable spark still dancing in…

WERNER KLEMPERER AND THE CASE OF THE VANISHING MONOCLE

The interviewer leaned forward, his hands clasped over a stack of notes, and slid a grainy, black-and-white production still across the mahogany table. Werner Klemperer, elegant even in…