It was late in the autumn of 1996, and Werner Klemperer was sitting on a small, velvet-covered stage in North Hollywood. He looked exactly as you would expect—refined,…

Werner Klemperer sat on the small stage, the bright studio lights reflecting off his polished shoes. It was 1997, decades after the final “Dismissed!” had echoed across the…

It is 1971, and John Banner is sitting in a brightly lit television studio. He looks remarkably different from the bumbling Sergeant Schultz. He is wearing a sharp,…

It was a Tuesday morning in 1968, and the air inside Stage 4 at Cinema Center Studios was thick enough to chew. If you have ever been on…

The studio lights are bright, much brighter than the low-voltage lamps we used on the set of Stalag 13, but John Banner doesn’t seem to mind. He sits…

The theater was dim, the kind of velvet-lined room that smells faintly of old dust and expensive perfume. Robert Clary sat on the stage, his small frame almost…

The air in the convention hall was thick with the smell of stale coffee and that specific, electric hum of a thousand people waiting for a story. Richard…

The studio lights were always a bit too bright for John Banner, especially in his later years, but he sat there with that same wide, grandfatherly smile that…

The studio light was a bit too bright for Werner’s liking, but he sat there with the same straight-backed poise he had carried since his days in the…