The lunch was quiet, the kind of silence that only exists between people who have known each other for forty years. Loretta Swit sat across from Harry Morgan,…

You know, people always ask me if I kept the dresses. They think there is a giant walk-in closet in my house filled with sequins and chiffon. I…

The 4077th was a place of noise. There was the constant, rhythmic thumping of helicopter blades, the shouting of orders, and the canned laughter that followed every wisecrack…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica Mountains. It is a specific kind of light that only hits the Malibu hills…

The television set in the mid-1970s was a place of constant motion, blinding lights, and roaring laughter. For a classically trained actor, it was the pinnacle of commercial…

Loretta Swit still pauses when she hears the distant thump of a helicopter, even decades after the cameras stopped rolling. It’s a ghost of a memory that refuses…

He was the man who brought Mahler and Mozart to a muddy camp in Korea. To the world, David Ogden Stiers was the personification of high-born dignity. He…

You know, people always saw Colonel Potter as this rock-solid, tough-as-nails horse soldier. And I suppose that’s exactly what I wanted them to see when the red light…

I am sitting on a brightly lit stage at a fan convention in New Jersey, looking out at a sea of people who still, after all these decades,…