COLONEL POTTER WAS SAVING LIVES… BUT HIS FEET WERE TELLING JOKES.
The convention hall in Burbank was packed to the rafters. Thousands of fans sat in hushed anticipation as the stage lights caught the silver hair of the man…
THE SCRIPT SAID GOODBYE… BUT THEIR HEARTS REFUSED TO FOLLOW IT.
The room was quiet, save for the low hum of a nearby air conditioner and the soft clink of water glasses. Mike Farrell sat in a high-backed chair,…
THE HELICOPTER FINALLY LEFT… BUT MIKE FARRELL NEVER REALLY STEPPED OUT
The afternoon sun was casting long, jagged shadows across the porch, the kind of light that makes everything from forty years ago feel like it happened just this…
THE STILL WAS SILENT… BUT THE CLINK ECHOED ACROSS DECADES
It sat in the back of a darkened warehouse in North Hollywood, buried under a heavy sheet of plastic and a thick layer of industrial dust. Alan stood…
THE LAST HELICOPTER LEFT DECADES AGO… BUT THE DUST NEVER SETTLED
It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in a small, sun-drenched garden in California when two old friends sat down to share a pot of tea. Mike Farrell leaned…
THE SALUTE WAS SCRIPTED… BUT THE GRIEF WASN’T READY TO LEAVE
The sun was low over the Santa Rosa hills, casting long, amber shadows that reminded them of a different ranch, in a different canyon, a lifetime ago. Harry…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ FINALLY LOST HIS COMPOSURE ON SET
The interviewer leans forward, holding a glossy black-and-white still from the show. In the photo, Robert Clary is peering over Bob Crane’s shoulder, while John Banner stands in…
THE COFFEE MUG WAS COLD BUT THE MEMORY BURNED RED HOT
The old studio lot was mostly shadows and the ghosts of set walls by the time they walked back through the gates. It wasn’t a grand reunion with…
THE DAY THE STALAG 13 TUNNEL DECIDED TO REBEL AGAINST THE CAST
It is funny how a single sound can just transport you back forty or fifty years in an instant. I was sitting in this little studio in Los…