THEY CALLED IT A PROP… UNTIL THE CHOPPERS ARRIVED.
Mike Farrell stood on the dusty ridge of Malibu Creek State Park, squinting against the late afternoon sun. Beside him, Jamie Farr adjusted his cap, his eyes scanning…
THEY ALL SAW THE ARROGANCE… BUT LORETTA SAW HIS HEART BREAKING.
The restaurant was tucked away in a quiet corner of Los Angeles, far from the bright lights and the prying eyes of the paparazzi. Two old friends sat…
THE JEEP WAS RUSTING, BUT THE MEMORY WAS STILL SHARP
The sun was hitting the dry brush of the Malibu hills just right, casting long, orange shadows across the winding dirt road. Loretta stood there for a moment,…
THE MIDNIGHT SURGERY AND THE PROP THAT BROKE HAWKEYE PIERCE
You have to understand the physical environment of that Operating Room set to really appreciate how close we were to the edge on any given night. I was…
THE ARISTOCRATIC MAJOR… BUT HIS TRUTH WAS HIDDEN IN THE SCORE
The rehearsal hall in Newport, Oregon, was usually a place of strict discipline and soaring strings. At the center of it all stood a man who carried himself…
JAMIE FARR SAT IN THE OLD JEEP AND FINALLY UNDERSTOOD
The warehouse was quiet, the kind of quiet that feels heavy with the weight of things forgotten. Jamie Farr stood in the center of the concrete floor, his…
DAVID OGDEN STIERS REVEALS THE MOMENT THE MASH O R COLLAPSED
I remember sitting in a dimly lit recording studio a few years ago, doing one of those long-form retrospective podcasts that seem to be so popular these days….
THE JEEP WAS RUSTING IN A GARAGE… THEN MIKE FARRELL SAT DOWN.
The garage was silent, filled only with the scent of old motor oil and the thick, heavy layer of dust that settles on things people want to forget….
HOW ALAN ALDA’S MOST SERIOUS SCENE TURNED INTO A TOTAL DISASTER
The podcast host leans into the microphone, his voice lowering as if he is about to ask a state secret. He looks across the table at Alan Alda,…
THE CHOPPER BLADES STOPPED SPINNING, BUT THE MEMORY NEVER DID.
The air at the small private airfield was still and heavy with the scent of sun-baked asphalt and old grease. Gary stood by the chain-link fence, squinting against…