THEY THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A CAR UNTIL THE ENGINE STARTED.
The air in the restoration garage smelled of cold grease, old canvas, and the kind of dust that only settles after forty years of silence. Jamie Farr stood…
THE SIGN IN THE DIRT MEANT MORE THAN HAWKEYE KNEW
It started with a simple question from a fan at a small charity gala in Los Angeles. Mike Farrell was standing near the edge of the stage, adjusting…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HE LIVED IN TOTAL SILENCE
The world knew him as the man who brought a touch of the Boston elite to the mud-soaked tents of Korea. When David Ogden Stiers first stepped onto…
LORETTA SWIT HEARD THE CHOPPER… AND SUDDENLY GARY WAS RADAR AGAIN.
Loretta Swit and Gary Burghoff were sitting on a quiet patio in Malibu, miles away from the cameras and the fake blood of the 4077th. The sun was…
THE SCENE WHERE WINCHESTER FACED DEATH HAD A SECRET NO ONE KNEW
It started with a simple question at a quiet dinner in Los Angeles. Loretta Swit sat across from David Ogden Stiers, watching the candlelight dance in his eyes….
JAMIE FARR RECALLS THE HARRY MORGAN MOMENT THAT HALTED PRODUCTION
Jamie Farr has a way of telling stories that makes you feel like you’re sitting right there in the mess tent with him. I caught an interview with…
LORETTA SWIT WATCHED GARY BURGHOFF STAND IN THE DUST ONE LAST TIME
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush of Malibu Creek State Park….
THE JOKE DIED THE MOMENT THEY LOOKED AT THE BLOOD.
Loretta Swit sat across from Jamie Farr, the steam from their coffee rising like the morning mist over the Malibu ranch where they once filmed. It had been…
THE DAY THE STOIC COLONEL POTTER FINALLY CRACKED ON THE SET
The interviewer leaned forward, a mischievous grin on his face. He’d been asking about the early days of MAS*H, back when the cast was navigating the transition from…
THE TELEVISION ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS PRIVATE WORLD WAS A QUIET REVOLUTION
The rain in Newport, Oregon, has a specific kind of weight to it. It is not the dramatic, cinematic downpour of a Hollywood backlot, but a persistent, salt-thickened…