THE DAY CORPORAL KLINGER BROKE THE TOUGHEST COLONEL IN KOREA
I was sitting in this small, soundproof booth in Los Angeles, the kind of place where the air feels a little too still and the coffee is always…
LORETTA SWIT HEARD A SOUND AND SUDDENLY IT WAS 1972 AGAIN
Loretta Swit was sitting on a quiet patio in the hills of Malibu, far enough from the city to hear the wind moving through the dry brush. Beside…
THE SALUTE GARY BURGHOFF GAVE WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT.
Loretta Swit sits across from Jamie Farr, the California sun catching the silver in their hair. They aren’t “Major Houlihan” or “Corporal Klinger” today. They are just two…
MCLEAN STEVENSON AND THE DAY THE SCRIPT ENDED UP IN A MOUTH
I was sitting at dinner the other night with a few old friends, just enjoying some good wine and even better company, when the conversation turned to the…
JAMIE FARR SAT IN THE DUST AND REMEMBERED EVERYTHING.
The sun was high over the Malibu hills, casting the same long, harsh shadows it did forty years ago. Jamie stood there, squinting against the glare, his hands…
LORETTA SWIT AND WILLIAM CHRISTOPHER KNEW THE GOODBYE WASN’T ACTING
The restaurant was quiet, the kind of place where the waiters don’t rush you and the light stays low. Loretta sat across from Bill, watching him carefully peel…
JAMIE FARR REVEALS THE STRUGGLE OF BEING THE BEST DRESSED SOLDIER
I was sitting on a stage at one of those big nostalgia conventions a few years ago. The room was packed with people wearing olive drab jackets and…
THE WORLD’S FAVORITE INNOCENT SON… BUT HIS HEART WAS SOMEWHERE ELSE
The world knew him as the boy who could hear the choppers before they appeared on the horizon. He was the one with the oversized cap, the round…
LORETTA SWIT KNEW GARY BURGHOFF WASN’T ACTING IN HIS FINAL SCENE.
They sat together in a small, sun-drenched room, the kind of space that feels too quiet for two people who once lived inside the controlled chaos of a…
MCLEAN STEVENSON AND THE DAY THE MASH SET COMPLETELY FELL APART
We were sitting on a stage in North Hollywood, years after the olive drab fatigues had been packed away into a storage locker somewhere in the Fox archives….