WHEN HARRY MORGAN BROKE THE ENTIRE CAST OF MASH
I was listening to a podcast conversation recently where Alan Alda was asked a seemingly simple question about his time on MAS*H. The interviewer wanted to know about…
THE JEEP WAS JUST A PROP UNTIL HE TOUCHED THE WHEEL.
They were just taking a quiet walk through a studio lot retrospective when the familiar smell suddenly hit them. It was a very specific, unmistakable scent. Canvas baked…
THE DAY A GUEST STAR BROKE THE ENTIRE MAS*H CAST
I was doing a podcast interview recently, just chatting casually about the old days in television. The conversation was flowing nicely, and we were talking about the grueling…
THE ECHO OF A HELICOPTER CHANGED EVERYTHING FOR HIM.
It takes a little over an hour to hike into the Santa Monica Mountains to find what is left of the most famous field hospital in television history….
WHEN THE HEAT ON THE SET BROKE THE COMMANDING OFFICER
I was recording my podcast, and the conversation drifted back to the old days. My guest asked a completely unexpected question about the physical toll of filming. They…
THEY HEARD THE SOUND AND WERE INSTANTLY BACK IN KHAKI.
It was supposed to be just a quiet afternoon in Southern California. Two old friends sitting together, years after the television cameras had stopped rolling. The conversation was…
THE DAY THE LAUGHTER DIED INSIDE THE HOLLYWOOD TENT.
The hotel ballroom was alive with the familiar, booming laughter of the 4077th. It was a reunion of old friends, filled with the clinking of champagne glasses and…
WHEN A WARDROBE MALFUNCTION BROUGHT THE ENTIRE SURGICAL TENT TO A HALT
The documentary crew had spent the entire morning adjusting the lighting to get the perfect warm, nostalgic glow. Jamie sat back in the canvas director’s chair, the heavy…
WE PLAYED PRANKSTERS IN THE SWAMP… BUT THIS JEEP RIDE WAS NO JOKE.
Mike Farrell stared at the rusted metal steering wheel, his fingers tracing the chipped olive-drab paint. Beside him, Jamie Farr leaned against the dented hood of the Willys…
THE SOUND OF BLADES LEFT MIKE FARRELL AND LORETTA SWIT SILENT.
The Malibu Creek canyon was quiet, except for the dry wind rustling through the chaparral. They stood where the old heliport used to be, two friends who had…