THE GOODBYE WAS SCRIPTED, BUT LORETTA SWIT KNEW IT WAS REAL

  Loretta Swit sat on the sun-drenched patio, the smell of jasmine in the air a world away from the dusty hills of Malibu. Harry Morgan sat across…

THE RADIO WAS SILENT, BUT FOR GARY BURGHOFF, IT WAS SCREAMING.

The warehouse was cold, smelling of stale air and the kind of heavy, grey dust that only collects on things people have forgotten how to use. Jamie Farr…

THE TEDDY BEAR WASN’T A PROP… IT WAS A FINAL GOODBYE.

The restaurant was quiet, the kind of place where the light stays low and the world outside feels like a distant memory. Three old friends sat around a…

JAMIE FARR RECALLS THE DAY HARRY MORGAN BROKE THE MASH SET

The auditorium was packed with fans of all ages, but Jamie Farr always had a way of making a room of five hundred people feel like a private…

THE ARISTOCRATIC MAJOR… BUT HIS TRUTH REMAINED HIDDEN FOR DECADES

David Ogden Stiers was a man who seemed to have been born into the wrong century. To the millions of fans who tuned in to watch him every…

THEY THOUGHT THE CAMERAS STOPPED, BUT THE GOODBYE WAS JUST BEGINNING.

The air was cooling down in the Malibu hills, much like it used to during those long, grueling shoots in the late seventies. Mike Farrell sat across from…

THE DAY MAXWELL KLINGER LOST HIS HEELS IN THE MUD

We were all sitting on this stage in Beverly Hills for the 40th anniversary of the show. The room was packed with people who had grown up watching…

TV’S MOST POMPOUS ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS REAL LIFE WAS A SYMPHONY OF SILENCE

The Oregon coast has a specific kind of gravity. It is gray, heavy with salt, and often shrouded in a mist that seems to swallow the world whole….

THE LAUGHTER STOPPED. BUT THE COLLABORATIVE BOND NEVER FADED.

Jamie Farr leans forward in his chair, his eyes fixed on a vintage surgical tray resting on the table between them. Beside him, William Christopher’s gentle smile softens…

THE CLICK OF A CLAMP. THE DAY THE ACTING FINALLY STOPPED.

The air inside the climate-controlled archive in Los Angeles is thin and smells of sterile paper. Mike Farrell stands in the center of the room, his eyes scanning…