THE SURGICAL MASK SECRET THAT BROKE THE SET
I was sitting across from Alan Alda in a quiet recording studio. We were recording an episode for a retrospective podcast about classic television. I had been asking…
THE DOCTOR WAS DEAD SERIOUS… UNTIL THE SURGERY TURNED INTO LUNCH
I was sitting in this high-tech podcast studio recently, the kind with the neon lights and the microphones that look like they belong in a space station. The…
THE TOAST WAS SCRIPTED… BUT THE TEARS BELONGED TO HARRY
The sun was just beginning to touch the tops of the trees in Harry’s garden, casting long, amber shadows across the patio where the two old friends sat….
THE STONES SAID GOODBYE… BUT THE HEART REFUSED TO LEAVE
The sun was beginning to dip behind the hills of Malibu, casting long, golden shadows across the patio where the old friends sat. It was a quiet afternoon,…
THE DAY LADY LIBERTY CRASHED THE JEEP IN MALIBU
So, we’re sitting in this tiny, soundproof booth in Los Angeles, and the host leans in with this look of pure curiosity. He’s holding up a high-resolution production…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUE HEART WAS A SILENT SYMPHONY
We all remember the voice. It was a rich, mahogany baritone that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand years of Ivy League tradition and an effortless,…
THE CHOPPER BLADES STOPPED SPINNING, BUT GARY BURGHOFF NEVER LEFT.
The heat in the Santa Monica mountains has a very specific weight to it. It is a dry, pressing warmth that smells of sagebrush, parched earth, and old…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ELITIST… BUT HIS TRUE VOICE WAS SILENT
The actor lived in a house that seemed to cling to the very edge of the world. It was a place where the Pacific Ocean hammered relentlessly against…
LORETTA SWIT KEPT THE SCRIPT HIDDEN FOR THIRTY YEARS.
The air in the small Malibu bistro was thick with the scent of saltwater and expensive coffee. Loretta sat across from Jamie and Gary, the afternoon sun catching…
THE NIGHT COLONEL POTTER FINALLY CRACKED ON THE MASH SET
It was a quiet afternoon in a sun-drenched studio in Los Angeles, decades after the final helicopters had flown out of the 4077th. I was sitting in a…