THE DAY DOROTHY FELL IN THE DUST AT THE MASH 4077TH
“You know, people always ask if I kept the dresses,” Jamie says, his voice carrying that familiar, warm rasp over the podcast mic. He’s sitting in a studio,…
THE SWAMP FELL SILENT… AND GARY BURGHOFF NEVER FORGOT WHY.
The studio lighting in the television studio was harsh, far removed from the dust and wild sage of Malibu. Gary Burghoff was seated in a plush chair, surrounded…
JAMIE FARR AND KELLYE NAKAHARA HEARD A SOUND THAT STOPPED TIME
Jamie Farr was standing on a patch of dry, sun-bleached grass when it happened. Beside him, Kellye Nakahara was laughing about a story from three decades ago. The…
THE JEEP THAT DECIDED TO HAVE ITS OWN BUG-OUT
The convention hall was buzzing, a low hum of voices and laughter that always felt Extensive. It’s amazing, really, the sustained interest Extensive that this show still commands,…
THEY THOUGHT THE CAMERAS WERE OFF… BUT THE GOODBYE WAS REAL.
Jamie Farr sat in a quiet corner of the room, looking at the two people who knew his history better than his own family. The California sun was…
JEFF MAXWELL CONFESSES THE BLOOPER THAT ALMOST RUINED AN O.R. SCENE
I think I was cleaning out my storage unit when I found it. This rusty, old metal ladle. For most people, it’s just garbage, but for me, that…
THE CHOPPER BLADES STOPPED SPINNING, BUT THE SILENCE FELT LOUDER.
Mike Farrell sat on the wide wooden porch, the late afternoon California sun warming his face in a way that felt familiar. Beside him, Gary Burghoff watched the…
THE CHOPPERS FINALLY STOPPED… BUT THE ECHO NEVER LEFT MALIBU CREEK.
The hills of Malibu have a way of holding onto the heat long after the sun begins to dip. Mike Farrell leaned against a weathered wooden fence, looking…
THE FINAL SALUTE NO ONE EXPECTED ON THE MAS*H SET
The restaurant in West Hollywood was far too quiet for a reunion of the 4077th. Jamie Farr adjusted his glasses and looked across the linen-covered table at Loretta…
LORETTA SWIT KNEW THAT LAST GOODBYE WASN’T JUST ACTING FOR THE CAMERAS.
“It wasn’t a script anymore,” Loretta whispered, her voice barely audible over the hum of the restaurant. Jamie nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere in…