“Alan, I have to ask you something that’s been bothering me since I was a kid watching reruns,” the young actor says, leaning into the microphone of the…

It sat in the corner of a dimly lit warehouse in Malibu, buried under a heavy plastic tarp that had turned yellow with age. Jamie Farr pulled the…

I remember sitting on that stage at the collectors’ convention a few years back, and the room was just packed with people wearing olive drab. There was this…

The coffee was getting cold on the table, but neither of them seemed to notice. Mike Farrell sat across from Loretta Swit, the California sun catching the silver…

The interviewer leans forward, the studio lights reflecting off his glasses. He asks a question I have heard a thousand times before, but today, for some reason, it…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush of the canyon. Two men sat on a weathered…

The studio lights are bright, and the host of the podcast leans in, adjusting his headset. He looks at the man sitting across from him, a man who…

The world knew him by his posture. He stood with a rigid, intellectual spine that seemed to look down on the very earth it walked upon. As Major…

Loretta and Gary sat in the shade of a small porch, the California sun casting long, orange shadows across the dry grass. It was a quiet afternoon, the…