THE TOUGH COLONEL WHO BROKE THE ENTIRE SURGICAL TENT
I am sitting in a dimly lit studio, the foam-covered walls soaking up the hum of the city outside. Across from me, a young podcast host is adjusting…
THE ARISTOCRATIC MAJOR… BUT HIS GREATEST TRUTH WAS A WHISPER
The world knew him as a man of formidable intellect and a voice that sounded like aged mahogany. For years, he occupied our living rooms as Major Charles…
THE LAST GOODBYE WASN’T IN THE SCRIPT… IT WAS REAL GRIEF.
Mike Farrell leaned back in the plush leather booth, the soft lighting of the restaurant catching the silver in his hair. Across from him, Loretta Swit held a…
THE SOUND OVERHEAD MADE JAMIE FARR REALIZE THE COMEDY WAS OVER.
The sun was beating down on the California hillside just like it used to back in 1972. Jamie sat on a folding chair, his eyes squinting against the…
THE FINAL DAY ON SET CHANGED EVERYTHING FOR JAMIE AND LORETTA.
The room was quiet, the kind of heavy silence that only exists between two people who have known each other for fifty years. Loretta Swit sat across from…
THE CHAIR THAT DEFEATED THE MOST ARROGANT SURGEON ON TELEVISION
I was sitting in a soundproof studio a few weeks ago, recording a podcast interview with a young host who was doing a retrospective on classic television. He…
THE CHRISTMAS SCENE THAT BROKE THE MOST ARROGANT MAN ON TELEVISION
It was long past midnight in a dimly lit hotel lounge in the early two-thousands. The cameras from the weekend’s reunion had finally disappeared, leaving only the…
THE GOODBYE SCENE THAT COMPLETELY BROKE THREE MAS*H LEGENDS
It was long after the cameras had stopped flashing at a cast reunion in the late nineteen-nineties. The hotel ballroom had emptied out, leaving only the scattered remnants…
THE SMELL OF OLD WOOL THAT BROUGHT TWO LEGENDS TO TEARS
It was a quiet Tuesday morning inside a massive, climate-controlled archival warehouse in Los Angeles. Mike Farrell and Kellye Nakahara were standing in the middle of a…
THE FLYING MONOCLE AND THE STOIC GENERAL OF STALAG 13
The interviewer’s office is filled with the kind of soft, golden light that only seems to exist in late-afternoon California. Werner Klemperer sits across from me, looking remarkably…