I’m sitting here looking at this old photograph of the 4077th, and it’s funny how a single image can trigger a sensory memory so strong you can almost…

Loretta and Jamie were sitting together in a quiet corner of a Los Angeles studio, the kind of place where the hum of the modern world usually drowns…

Loretta Swit sat across from Mike Farrell in a quiet corner of a Los Angeles bistro, the steam from their tea rising like ghosts of the Malibu hills….

Loretta Swit looked at Jamie Farr across the small table and saw more than just a dear friend. She saw eleven years of mud, laughter, and a war…

Loretta sat across from Gary in a quiet corner of a restaurant in Malibu, the kind of place where the Pacific breeze carries a certain kind of salt…

Loretta Swit reached across the small wooden table and touched the corner of a faded, glossy photograph. It was a candid shot from 1983, taken in the dusty,…

The room was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that only happens when two people have known each other for fifty years. Loretta sat across from Gary, a…

The sun was setting over the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the dry earth where the 4077th once stood. Loretta Swit sat on a folding…

The sn was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of a private ranch in Southern California, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush and the dusty…