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,…

The sun was high over the Malibu hills, baking the dry earth until it smelled of sage and parched dust. Mike Farrell stood with his hands deep in…

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…