It was a Tuesday afternoon in a quiet, sunlit room, decades after the cameras had finally stopped rolling on Malibu Canyon. A handful of old friends sat around…

It was a Tuesday afternoon in Malibu when the two old friends sat down on the porch, watching the waves roll in. The Pacific Ocean was a long…

It started with a casual question at a quiet dinner table decades after the helicopters finally stopped flying. Loretta Swit was sitting across from Mike Farrell, the two…

The soundstage at Stage 9 was usually freezing, a stark contrast to the painted Malibu hills that pretended to be Korea. But on that particular Tuesday night, the…

It was supposed to be a standard interview on a comedy podcast, but the conversation took a turn when the host asked a very specific question. He leaned…

We live in a culture that struggles to separate the artist from the art, often projecting the sins of a character onto the soul of the person playing…

We were sitting in this small, dimly lit radio studio in Los Angeles for a podcast retrospective, and the host leaned forward with this look of pure curiosity….

The studio lights were blinding, but the air inside the soundstage felt completely freezing. It was well past midnight on a Tuesday, and the entire production had slowed…

People always ask me if the set of MAS*H was as fast-paced and witty behind the scenes as it looked on television. We were dynamic, we were close,…