The host leans forward, the studio lights reflecting in his glasses as he holds up a grainy, black-and-white production still from the late sixties. “Richard,” he says, “we’ve…

The room was quiet for a second, the kind of respectful silence you only get at these nostalgia conventions where the memories are thicker than the air. I…

The studio lights were dim, and the audience was hushed as Werner Klemperer leaned back in the plush leather chair. He didn’t look like a man who had…

It was the late summer of 1988, and I found myself sitting in a small, dimly lit television studio in Manhattan. I was there for one of those…

The interviewer reaches into a small wooden box on the table between them and pulls out a single, circular piece of glass attached to a thin black cord….

The studio lot was too quiet for a Tuesday afternoon. The ghosts of Culver Studios were everywhere, tucked into the long shadows of soundstages that once echoed with…

The studio lights were always a bit too bright for John Banner, even years after the show had finished its run. He sat there on the talk show…

Werner Klemperer stood in the back corner of a dusty storage unit on the Paramount lot, his fingers hovering over a wooden crate that hadn’t been opened in…

The old studio lot in Culver City was quiet, a graveyard of stories and rotted timber. Robert Clary walked slowly, his eyes scanning the dry California dirt where…