THE STILL WAS SILENT… BUT THE CLINK ECHOED ACROSS DECADES
It sat in the back of a darkened warehouse in North Hollywood, buried under a heavy sheet of plastic and a thick layer of industrial dust. Alan stood…
THE LAST HELICOPTER LEFT DECADES AGO… BUT THE DUST NEVER SETTLED
It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in a small, sun-drenched garden in California when two old friends sat down to share a pot of tea. Mike Farrell leaned…
THE SALUTE WAS SCRIPTED… BUT THE GRIEF WASN’T READY TO LEAVE
The sun was low over the Santa Rosa hills, casting long, amber shadows that reminded them of a different ranch, in a different canyon, a lifetime ago. Harry…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ FINALLY LOST HIS COMPOSURE ON SET
The interviewer leans forward, holding a glossy black-and-white still from the show. In the photo, Robert Clary is peering over Bob Crane’s shoulder, while John Banner stands in…
THE COFFEE MUG WAS COLD BUT THE MEMORY BURNED RED HOT
The old studio lot was mostly shadows and the ghosts of set walls by the time they walked back through the gates. It wasn’t a grand reunion with…
THE DAY THE STALAG 13 TUNNEL DECIDED TO REBEL AGAINST THE CAST
It is funny how a single sound can just transport you back forty or fifty years in an instant. I was sitting in this little studio in Los…
THE TUNNEL WAS FAKE BUT THE BROTHERHOOD WAS REAL
The sun was beginning to dip behind the soundstages at Paramount, casting long, skeletal shadows across the asphalt. Robert Clary walked slowly, his hands buried deep in his…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK DROPPED HIS VISION INTO SCHULTZ’S SOUP
Interviewer: “Werner, people still talk about the physical comedy on the show, but I’ve always wondered about the monocle. It was such a signature part of Colonel Klink….
THE DAY A BRATWURST NEARLY BROKE COLONEL KLINK AND SCHULTZ
Interviewer: Robert, I have something here that I think you will really appreciate. It is an old black-and-white still from the set, looks like it was taken somewhere…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ FINALLY LOST HIS COOL ON THE SET
The air in the convention hall was thick with the scent of stale coffee and old paper. It was 1971, and I was sitting at a small folding…