THE MOMENT LORETTA SWIT REALIZED WINCHESTER WASN’T JUST AN ACTING ROLE.

It was a Tuesday afternoon in Los Angeles, years after the helicopters had finally stopped flying over the Malibu creek. Loretta Swit and David Ogden Stiers were sharing…

THE RADIO WAS SILENT BUT FOR LORETTA IT WAS SCREAMING

They thought the crates were filled with junk. Until Jamie Farr reached out and touched the one thing he swore he’d never see again. The storage facility in…

ALAN ALDA REVEALS THE MOMENT THE MASH CAST COMPLETELY LOST CONTROL

Alan Alda sits across from the interviewer, the soft glow of the studio lights reflecting off his glasses as he adjusts his headphones. The host leans in, eyes…

THEY THOUGHT THE CAMERAS HAD STOPPED, BUT THE TEARS WERE REAL.

The table was small, tucked into a quiet corner of a Los Angeles restaurant that felt a world away from the bright lights of Hollywood. It had been…

THE WORLD’S FAVORITE SON… BUT HIS HEART SOUGHT THE WILD

The 4077th was a place of organized chaos, a landscape of olive drab and the constant, rhythmic thrum of chopper blades. In the center of it all stood…

RADAR LEFT THE 4077TH… BUT GARY NEVER REALLY LEFT THAT ROOM

The coffee had gone cold in the ceramic mugs, but neither man seemed to notice. Mike Farrell leaned back in the vinyl booth of the quiet diner, his…

ALAN ALDA REVEALS THE ONE MOMENT THE SURGERY MASK COULDN’T HIDE

I was sitting in my study the other day, just clearing out some of the old filing cabinets that haven’t been touched since the late nineties. I pulled…

THE SCRIPT CALLED IT A FINALE… BUT THEY CALLED IT GRIEVING

The room was quiet, save for the soft clink of a coffee cup against a saucer. Mike Farrell leaned back in his chair, his eyes catching the light…

THE DAY THE KLINGER WARDROBE FINALLY REBELLED AGAINST THE MALIBU HEAT

The lights in the convention hall are always just a little too bright, and the air conditioning never quite reaches the stage, but Jamie Farr doesn’t seem to…

THE WORLD SAW A POMPOUS ARISTOCRAT… BUT HE LIVED IN TOTAL SILENCE

The dusty hills of Malibu Creek State Park were a world away from the hallowed halls of the Boston elite, but for years, he walked those hills with…