Loretta Swit remembers the smell of the Stage 9 mud better than almost anything else. It was a thick, cloying mix of damp earth, the heavy scent of…

The patio in Pasadena was quiet, the kind of afternoon where the only sound should have been the clink of silverware against porcelain. Jamie Farr sat across from…

I was sitting on a stage recently for a retrospective, and a fan in the front row stood up. He didn’t ask about the series finale or the…

The dusty hills of Malibu often stood in for the mountains of South Korea, but for the man wearing the oversized olive-drab cap, the heat was very real….

Interviewer: You were known as the rock of that set, Harry. The veteran who always hit his marks and knew every line before he even stepped out of…

The restaurant in Los Angeles was quiet, the kind of place where old friends go when they don’t want to be recognized. Loretta Swit sat across from Gary…

The room is packed. The air in the convention hall is a bit stale, but the energy is electric. I’m sitting there on the stage, looking out at…

For years, the world knew him as the man who brought a touch of the Boston elite to a muddy camp in Korea. He was the embodiment of…

The warehouse was tucked away in a corner of North Hollywood where the air always smelled of dry rot and old dreams. Loretta stood by the heavy metal…