THE DAY THE POMPOUS WINCHESTER FINALLY CRACKED ON THE MAS*H SET
I remember sitting in a recording booth for a podcast a few years ago, and the host asked me a question I’ve heard a thousand times: “David, how…
THEY WERE JUST ACTORS UNTIL THE CHOPPERS STARTED TO HUM.
The sun was starting to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Malibu hills, casting long, bruised shadows over the dusty ground. It was quiet there now, a…
THE DAY MAXWELL KLINGER SNAGGED HIS VEIL ON A JEEP
We’re sitting here in this nice, air-conditioned studio, and it’s easy to forget that MAS*H was a very physical, very dirty show to film. I remember one afternoon…
THE ARISTOCRATIC MAJOR… BUT HIS GREATEST PERFORMANCE WAS A HIDDEN LIFE
The world knew him by a specific sound. It was a voice that carried the weight of a thousand libraries and the polished brass of the Boston elite….
THE THEME SONG PLAYED, AND LORETTA SWIT FINALLY UNDERSTOOD THE SILENCE.
The sun was dipping low over the California hills, casting long, amber shadows across the patio where Mike Farrell and Loretta Swit sat together. They weren’t “B.J.” and…
ALAN ALDA REVEALS THE NIGHT THE SURGERY ROOM FINALLY BROKE THE CAST
I was sitting there, recording a segment for a podcast, and the host asked me something I hadn’t thought about in years. He asked, “Alan, when you look…
THE SOUND HARRY MORGAN COULD NEVER SHAKE IN THE MALIBU HILLS
Harry Morgan’s porch was a place of deep, resonant stillness. The kind of silence you only find in the hills of California when the world feels like it’s…
JAMIE FARR RECALLS THE KLINGER OUTFIT THAT NEARLY REWROTE THE SCRIPT
The fluorescent lights of the convention center hummed as Jamie Farr sat on the stage, leaning into the microphone with that familiar, mischievous glint in his eyes. A…
GARY BURGHOFF HEARD THE SOUND AND IMMEDIATELY LOOKED TO THE SKY.
The Malibu sun was unforgiving, beating down on the same dusty hills that once stood in for the mountains of Uijeongbu. Gary Burghoff stood at the edge of…
HARRY MORGAN HELD A SECRET THAT CHANGED LORETTA SWIT’S FINAL GOODBYE
The patio in Los Angeles was quiet, the kind of heavy, golden silence that only seems to exist in the twilight of a long career. Loretta Swit sat…