HOW THE INFLEXIBLE COLONEL KLINK FINALLY CRACKED ON SET
The studio lights were always a bit too hot for those heavy wool uniforms, especially during the long days when we were filming the winter episodes on a…
THE RADIO WAS A PROP BUT THE SILENCE WAS REAL
The air in the studio was thick with the scent of dust and ozone. Robert Clary sat in the high-backed chair, his hands resting on his knees, waiting…
THE DAY THE GOURMET CHEF OF STALAG 13 FINALLY BROKE SCHULTZ
It is funny how a single piece of glossy paper can pull you back fifty years in the span of a heartbeat. I was sitting in this small,…
THEY SAID GOODBYE ON SCREEN… BUT THE REAL DEPARTURE WAS SILENT
The sun was dipping low over a quiet garden in Southern California, casting the kind of long, amber shadows that always made her think of the Malibu ranch….
KLINGER’S MOST REFINED GOWN… BUT THE ZIPPER HAD OTHER PLANS
The podcast host leaned back, adjusting his headphones with a grin. “Jamie,” he said, “I have to ask. I saw a clip recently where Klinger says, ‘I’m a…
THE WORLD SAW A FINAL WAVE… BUT THE ACTORS WERE BREAKING
The sun was dipping low over the patio, casting the kind of long, amber shadows that always made her think of the Malibu ranch. Loretta sat across from…