MILLIONS CRIED AT THEIR GOODBYE… BUT THE TEARS WERE NOT FOR SHOW

Years after the cameras stopped rolling, two old friends sat together in a quiet room, talking about a war that never actually happened. They were older now. The…

THE ULTIMATE ON-SET PRANK… BUT THE TARGET REFUSED TO BREAK

The conversation on the podcast had naturally drifted toward the grueling hours of television production in the late nineteen-seventies. The host leaned into the studio microphone, looking across…

THE TELEVISION PRIEST… BUT HIS PRIVATE LIFE DEMANDED TRUE FAITH

The waiting rooms all started to look exactly the same. It was the late nineteen-sixties, a time when medical authority was absolute, and a parent’s intuition was often…

THE TUNNEL IN STALAG 13 LED TO A PLACE THEY NEVER EXPECTED

The sun was beginning to dip behind the hills of Culver City, casting long, skeletal shadows across the remains of the old Desilu backlot. Robert Clary stood near…

THE DAY THE MONOCLE FINALLY WON THE WAR

The studio lights were a bit softer than the ones I remember from the sixties, but the heat felt exactly the same. I was sitting across from an…

THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY BROKE HIS STERN EXTERIOR

It is 1999, and Werner Klemperer is sitting in a small, quiet recording studio for a radio podcast. He is older now, his voice a bit more gravelly…

ROBERT CLARY KNEELT IN THE DUST AND EVERYTHING CAME BACK

The sun over Culver City doesn’t feel like the sun over a German winter, but for a moment, the heat didn’t matter. Robert Clary stood on a patch…

THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY CRACKED ON THE HOGAN’S HEROES SET

The studio lights were always a bit too bright for Werner Klemperer. Even years after Hogan’s Heroes had finished its run, he sat in an interview chair with…

BEHIND THE LAUGHTER AT STALAG 13 LAY A SILENT PROMISE

The dust on the old RKO Forty-Acres lot in Culver City had a way of clinging to your shoes, a fine, pale powder that seemed to hold the…

THE COMMANDANT’S MISSING MONOCLE AND THE DINNER PARTY DISASTER

It is 1994, and Werner Klemperer is sitting on a stage in a plush velvet chair. The lighting in the television studio is warm, casting a soft glow…