THE JOKE DIED THE MOMENT THE EXTRA LOOKED AT JAMIE.
Jamie Farr sat across from Mike Farrell and Loretta Swit, the low amber light of the small West Hollywood bistro making the decades between then and now feel…
THE AMBER GLASS WAS EMPTY… BUT THE MEMORY WAS OVERFLOWING.
Loretta Swit hadn’t seen the amber glass in over forty years. She was standing in a climate-controlled archive room, the kind of place where history is kept in…
THE STONES SPELLED GOODBYE… BUT JAMIE FARR WASN’T READY TO LEAVE.
Jamie Farr sat on his patio, the soft California evening air carrying the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of the canyon. Next to him sat Mike…
THE WEDDING DRESS THAT NEARLY STOPPED THE ENTIRE WAR
Jamie Farr sat in the quiet of a modern recording studio, the soft glow of the “On Air” sign reflecting in his glasses. He is 91 years old…
THE SCRIPT CALLED FOR A SALUTE… BUT THEY COULDN’T LOOK AWAY.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the oaks in Mike Farrell’s garden, casting long, honey-colored shadows across the patio. Loretta Swit sat across from him, her eyes…
THE DRESS WAS ICONIC… BUT THE HEELS WERE A DISASTER
Jamie Farr stood in the center of the climate-controlled warehouse, the air tasting of cedar and the heavy, still silence of history. Around him were crates stacked to…
THE POMPOUS ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUE HEART BEAT IN SYMPHONY
The world knew him as the man with the silver spoon permanently etched into his dialogue. For years, he occupied our living rooms as Major Charles Emerson Winchester…
JAMIE FARR SAT IN THE RUSTED JEEP AND FINALLY STOPPED LAUGHING.
The wind still whips through the Malibu canyon with the same dry, relentless heat. It is a specific kind of heat that sticks to the back of your…
THE FINAL GOODBYE WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT… BUT THEY COULDN’T STOP.
Loretta Swit sat in a sun-drenched garden, her hands wrapped around a warm mug. Across from her sat William Christopher. This wasn’t the 4077th. There were no olive-drab…
HOW MCLEAN STEVENSON GOT PHYSICALLY HOOKED TO HIS OWN OFFICE SET
The interviewer adjusts his microphone and looks at the man across from him. McLean Stevenson, with that unmistakable, mischievous glint in his eye, is leaning back in a…