THE PIANO WAS OUT OF TUNE. BUT DAVID OGDEN STIERS WASN’T.
The coffee had gone cold on the table between them. It was one of those rare afternoons where the noise of the world seemed to stay outside the…
THE CHOPPER SOUNDED THE SAME BUT LORETTA SWIT FINALLY FELT IT.
The sun over Malibu Creek State Park doesn’t care about the passage of time. It beats down with the same dry, unforgiving heat that it did back in…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUE PASSION WAS THE SILENT FOG
The world knew him as the man who looked down his nose at everything. When David Ogden Stiers first stepped onto the set of the most popular show…
THE NOISE STOPPED THE CONVERSATION. THEN THE TEARS STARTED.
The afternoon sun was dipping low over the hills, casting long, amber shadows across the patio where two old friends sat. Loretta Swit leaned back in her chair,…
THE SCENE WHERE CHARLES EMERSON WINCHESTER FINALLY STOPPED ACTING
The room was quiet, the kind of silence that only comes when three people have known each other for forty years. David sat by the window, his posture…
THE DAY A RUBBER CHICKEN ALMOST ENDED PRODUCTION ON MASH
I was sitting in a small, soundproofed booth in Los Angeles, across from a podcast host who had clearly done his homework. He was leaning in, the kind…
THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK NEVER TRULY SAID GOODBYE.
Loretta Swit leaned back in the velvet chair, her eyes fixed on a grainy black-and-white photograph resting on the table between her and Jamie Farr. It was a…
HOW MCLEAN STEVENSON ACCIDENTALLY HOOKED HIS OWN FACE DURING A SCENE
We were sitting around a table at this quiet little place in Los Angeles, just a few years before I really started slowing down, and the conversation drifted…
THE JEEP ENGINE COUGHED ONCE AND LORETTA SWIT STARTED TO CRY.
Loretta stood at the edge of the dusty lot, shielding her eyes from the harsh California sun. Beside her, Jamie adjusted his cap, his eyes squinting at the…
JAMIE FARR TOUCHED THE RUSTED STEERING WHEEL AND SUDDENLY, IT WAS 1978 AGAIN.
The hills of Malibu are quiet now, dressed in the golden, dry grass of a California summer. The dust has mostly settled on the old helipad where the…