GARY BURGHOFF RECALLS THE ONE PROP MISTAKE HE COULD NOT ESCAPE
I was sitting in this small, dimly lit recording studio for a podcast a few months ago, and the host asked me something I didn’t expect. Usually, people…
THE LAST TIME THEY STOOD IN THE SWAMP TOGETHER WAS DIFFERENT.
The studio lights were softer than the harsh California sun that used to beat down on the Malibu ranch. Mike Farrell sat across from Loretta Swit, and for…
ALAN ALDA REVEALS THE HILARIOUS PROP MISTAKE THAT BROKE THE CAMP
We were sitting in a small, soundproof studio in Manhattan for a podcast recording, and the host, a young guy who clearly grew up watching reruns, asked me…
THE GOODBYE ROCKS WERE SCRIPTED… BUT THE HOLLOW ACHE WAS REAL
Mike and Loretta were sitting on a sun-drenched patio, the kind of quiet afternoon that invites the past to pull up a chair. They had been talking for…
TV’S MOST PRINCIPLED CAPTAIN… BUT HE WAS A PROFESSIONAL MENACE
TV’S MOST PRINCIPLED CAPTAIN… BUT HE WAS A PROFESSIONAL MENACE The young actor sat across from the veteran in the green room of a New York television studio….
Chapter 1: Citations, Sutures, and a Loaded .45
The click of Major Frank Burns unholstering his .45 caliber pistol was a sound that didn’t quite belong in the 4077th MASH. Oh, there were plenty of guns,…
Chapter 2: Tick-Tock, Bureaucracy Blocks
The walk from the OR to the latrines had never felt so perilous. Usually, the greatest danger in this sector of the 4077th was whatever Swamp recipe Hawkeye…
TV’S MOST BELOVED SON… BUT HIS TRUE PEACE WAS FOUND IN SILENCE
Gary Burghoff grew up in a world of muted colors and sharp, quiet observation. Long before he was the heartbeat of the 4077th, he was a boy in…
THE HEAD NURSE WAS DISCIPLINED… BUT THE SURGICAL TRAY HAD OTHER PLANS
I was sitting in my study a few weeks ago, finally tackling a stack of boxes that had been sitting in the corner since I moved houses years…
Chapter 1: Skates, Scalpels, and a Singular Goat
“Colonel! Sir! You better come out to the helipad. The choppers didn’t just drop off the skates…” Radar’s voice was pitched an octave higher than usual, a sure…