THE TV SURGEON EVERYONE LOVED… BUT HIS REAL BATTLE WAS FOR THE DISAPPEARED
In the late 1970s, the world saw a specific version of the man. He was the one with the warm eyes, the iconic mustache, and the gentle demeanor…
THE UNIFORM WAS JUST A PROP UNTIL THE GRAVEL CRUNCHED
The warehouse was tucked away in a corner of the studio lot where the ghosts of Old Hollywood go to sleep. It smelled of cedar, mothballs, and the…
HOW RICHARD DAWSON FINALLY BROKE THE UNBREAKABLE COLONEL KLINK
The studio was quiet, the kind of expensive silence you only find in high-end podcast booths, and Richard Dawson sat back, his voice a familiar, gravelly velvet. The…
THE STERN COMMANDER OF THE 4077TH… BUT A SMILE WAS HIS DOWNFALL
The studio was quiet, the kind of professional silence that usually proceeds a deep dive into a storied career. The veteran actor sat in a high-backed leather chair,…
THE SCRIPT CALLED FOR ACTING… BUT HARRY MORGAN WASN’T ACTING
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged peaks of the Santa Monica Mountains. Mike Farrell sat on a weathered wooden bench, the kind that creaks with…
THEY THOUGHT IT WAS JUST A TV SHOW… UNTIL THE CHOPPERS RETURNED.
Mike Farrell was halfway through a story about his grandkids when the air began to change. He was sitting on a quiet patio in the hills, the California…
THE DAY THE OPERATING ROOM TURNED INTO A COMEDY CLUB
I was sitting in a small, soundproof studio recently, recording an episode for my podcast, and the host asked me something I haven’t been asked in a very…
TV’S MOST ELOQUENT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUTH WAS HIDDEN IN SILENCE
The coastal town of Newport, Oregon, is a place defined by its relationship with the mist. It rolls in off the Pacific, heavy and grey, blurring the lines…
JAMIE FARR RECALLS THE MOMENT HARRY MORGAN FINALLY SNAPPED ON SET
It was a late-afternoon session for a documentary about the legacy of the show, and the lighting in the studio was that warm, amber hue that makes everything…
THE DAY THE MASH SWAMP SMELLED LIKE AN OLD ITALIAN DELI
So, Alan, do you remember the smell? Not the prop smell of stale coffee and dusty canvas, but the real, lingering, aggressive smell? Mike Farrell’s voice crackles with…