MIKE FARRELL DIDN’T SAY GOODBYE TO HAWKEYE. HE SAID IT TO ALAN.
The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that only happens when two people have known each other for half a lifetime. Mike Farrell sat across from Loretta…
GARY BURGHOFF RECALLS THE DAY THE MASH CAST TOTALLY DISAPPEARED
It is funny how a single sound can define a decade of your life. I was sitting in a small, soundproof studio recently for a podcast interview. The…
THE DAY NEWKIRK FINALLY BROKE THE SERGEANT
The studio lights are low, casting long shadows across the room as Richard Dawson leans back in a plush velvet chair. This isn’t the high-energy, “Survey says!” version…
HOW THE MONOCLE STAYED ON WHILE SCHULTZ ATE THE SCENE
The studio lights were a bit warmer than I remembered them being back at Desilu, but the chair was certainly more comfortable. I was sitting there, across from…
THE MAN WHO SAW NOTHING BUT A PERFECTLY COOKED SCHNITZEL
The studio lights were warm, reflecting off the polished surface of the interview desk where John Banner sat. At seventy-one, he still carried that same radiating warmth that…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ TRIED TO EAT THE PROP FOOD
The auditorium was filled with that specific kind of nostalgic energy you only find at television conventions. It was a warm afternoon in 1972, and the air was…
THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK WAS ACTUALLY THE BIGGEST JOKER
I was sitting across from a young podcast host recently who asked me a question I’ve heard a thousand times, but his framing was a little different. He…
TV’S MOST INNOCENT SOLDIER… BUT HIS REAL WAR WAS AT HOME
In the late 1970s, there was no face more recognizable or more beloved on American television than that of the wide-eyed, soda-pop-drinking corporal who could hear helicopters…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK LOST HIS SIGHT IN THE SOUP
The lights in the television studio were always a bit too bright, a bit too warm, but Werner Klemperer didn’t seem to mind. He sat there in a…
THE FINALE WAS JUST A SCRIPT… UNTIL THE MUSIC STOPPED.
The afternoon sun was leaning low against the windows of Mike Farrell’s living room, casting long, amber shadows across the floor. David Ogden Stiers sat in the armchair…