The studio was quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioning and the rhythmic clicking of a clock on the far wall. David Ogden Stiers sat…

The room was quiet, the kind of stillness that only settles between people who have shared a lifetime of secrets. Mike Farrell sat back in his chair, his…

The studio light flickered to a steady, glowing red. Inside the soundproof booth, the atmosphere was relaxed, the kind of quiet that only comes with decades of mutual…

The image is etched into the collective memory of a generation. A young man in a worn olive-drab cap, oversized glasses perched on his nose, clutching a clipboard…

I was sitting in a trailer about three years ago, waiting for my call time on a small independent film. A young actor, maybe twenty-three years old, looked…

He had a voice that could command a room without the help of a microphone. As Major Charles Emerson Winchester III on MAS*H, he was the embodiment of…

You know, people always ask me if I ever got used to it. The dresses, I mean. I’m sitting there on a stage in front of a thousand…

The fluorescent lights of the convention center hummed overhead as Jamie Farr leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint in his eyes that the years had done…

Jamie Farr sat in his quiet study, the afternoon sun catching the dust motes dancing in the air. He held a small, tarnished silver tray in his hands,…