The Malibu sun was beating down on the dust, just like it did in 1972. Gary Burghoff stood at the edge of the old filming site, squinting against…

It was a small gathering, just a quiet dinner in a corner booth of a restaurant, far away from the glare of television cameras. Mike Farrell was sitting…

The studio lights were a bit softer than the ones we had back on Stage 9, but the way the interviewer looked at me was exactly the same….

It was a quiet afternoon, the kind where the light hits the floorboards just right, making everything feel a bit more heavy with memory than usual. Loretta Swit…

The studio lights in the podcast booth were a lot softer than the ones we had back at Fox, but the intensity of the conversation felt just as…

The lights in the convention hall were a bit too bright, reflecting off the rows of memorabilia and the silver hair of the man sitting on the stage….

The sound of the helicopters was a constant in his ears, even when the cameras were dark and the lights had been cut for the night. For nearly…

Jamie: You know, Alan, I was looking through some old production stills the other day, and I came across that shot of me in the giant bird suit….

The fluorescent lights of the convention center hummed in the background, a sharp contrast to the quiet warmth of the memory that had just been triggered. Loretta Swit…