THE SOUND THAT MADE MILLIONS CRY… REVISITED FORTY YEARS LATER
The sun was a searing eye over the Malibu canyon. Mike Farrell and Jamie Farr were moving with the careful, deliberate pace of men who had seen many…
THEY CALLED IT THE PERFECT GOODBYE… BUT THE SILENCE WAS UNBEARABLE
The lights were dim in the corner of the small banquet hall. Two men sat at a table near the back, their faces lined with the gentle map…
THE DOCTOR WAS IN… BUT HIS TONGUE WAS DEFINITELY OUT
THE DOCTOR WAS IN… BUT HIS TONGUE WAS DEFINITELY OUT Alan Alda’s voice has a way of cutting through the noise of a crowded room. It’s a familiar,…
THE ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HE FOUND HUMILITY IN THE SILENCE
People saw him and immediately thought of the high-backed chairs of Boston royalty. He had that voice. It was a resonance that felt like old money, expensive brandy,…
THE SOUND THAT BROUGHT LORETTA SWIT BACK TO THE HELIPAD
The sound started as a low thrum in the distance, a vibration Mike Farrell felt in his teeth before he actually heard it. It was a clear afternoon…
THE DAY KLINGER’S WARDROBE FINALLY DECIDED TO SECEDE FROM THE UNION
“You know, people always ask me about the dresses,” Jamie Farr says, leaning back in his chair. The studio light catches the silver in his hair, but that…
THE ROOM WENT SILENT WHEN THE TEDDY BEAR WAS LEFT BEHIND
They were sitting in a quiet corner of a restaurant in Malibu, far away from the dust of the Santa Monica Mountains. The California sun was dipping low,…
LORETTA SWIT WALKED BACK INTO THE DUST… AND THE LAUGHTER STOPPED.
The sun in Malibu still has that same biting, unforgiving edge. It doesn’t care that forty years have passed since the cameras stopped rolling. It doesn’t care that…
THE DAY LORETTA SWIT SAW THE MAN BEHIND THE COLONEL.
It was a Tuesday afternoon in 2002 when the cameras weren’t rolling. The sun was hitting the pavement outside a small restaurant in Los Angeles. Inside, two old…
THE HELICOPTERS STOPPED FLYING DECADES AGO, BUT GARY STILL HEARS THEM.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged hills of Malibu Creek State Park, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush. Loretta Swit pulled her jacket…