JAMIE FARR RECALLS THE DRESS DISASTER THAT STOPPED THE SHOW
It is amazing how a single line of dialogue can bring forty years of memories rushing back in a single heartbeat. I was sitting on a stage at…
THE TEARS IN MIKE FARRELL’S EYES WEREN’T WRITTEN IN THE SCRIPT
The afternoon sun was casting long, amber shadows across the patio as Jamie Farr leaned back in his chair. Across from him sat Mike Farrell, his old friend,…
THE CAMERAS WERE STILL ROLLING… BUT THE ACTING HAD LONG STOPPED
The afternoon sun was casting long, honey-colored shadows across the patio as Mike Farrell leaned back in his chair. Across from him, Loretta Swit adjusted her glasses, a…
LORETTA SWIT RECALLS THE SURGICAL PRANK THAT FINALLY BROKE HER POISE
I was sitting in a very modern, very sleek podcast studio in Los Angeles a few months back. The host was this young, bright-eyed fellow who clearly grew…
THE NIGHT THE MONOCLE WON THE WAR AGAINST COLONEL KLINK
It was late in the autumn of 1996, and Werner Klemperer was sitting on a small, velvet-covered stage in North Hollywood. He looked exactly as you would expect—refined,…
THE DAY THE MONOCLE REBELLED AGAINST COLONEL KLINK
Werner Klemperer sat on the small stage, the bright studio lights reflecting off his polished shoes. It was 1997, decades after the final “Dismissed!” had echoed across the…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ FINALLY SAW SOMETHING HE REGRETTED
It is 1971, and John Banner is sitting in a brightly lit television studio. He looks remarkably different from the bumbling Sergeant Schultz. He is wearing a sharp,…
JOHN BANNER AND THE DAY THE LUGER BECAME A LUNCHBOX
It was a Tuesday morning in 1968, and the air inside Stage 4 at Cinema Center Studios was thick enough to chew. If you have ever been on…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ FORGOT HOW TO BE A SOLDIER
The studio lights are bright, much brighter than the low-voltage lamps we used on the set of Stalag 13, but John Banner doesn’t seem to mind. He sits…
THE DAY SCHULTZ FINALLY SAW EVERYTHING AND LOST HIS MIND
The theater was dim, the kind of velvet-lined room that smells faintly of old dust and expensive perfume. Robert Clary sat on the stage, his small frame almost…