THE DAY COLONEL KLINK LOST HIS COOL AND HIS VISION
The studio lights are dimmed, and the only sound is the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft clink of a water glass being set down…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ BIT OFF MORE THAN HE COULD CHEW
It was late in the summer of 1972, and the air in the small auditorium was thick with the kind of nostalgic warmth you only get at these…
THE TOUGHEST NURSE ON TELEVISION… BUT HER QUIETEST MOMENT WAS NEVER FILMED
The convention hall outside was vibrating with the energy of thousands of devoted fans. They were carrying vintage photographs, waiting in incredibly long lines just to get a…
THE DRAMATIC HELICOPTER RESCUE… THAT ENDED IN HYSTERICAL RUIN
The studio lights in the documentary interview room were warm, casting a soft glow on the veteran actor’s face. He was sitting in a comfortable leather chair, adjusting…
MILLIONS CRIED AT THEIR GOODBYE… BUT THE TEARS WERE NOT FOR SHOW
Years after the cameras stopped rolling, two old friends sat together in a quiet room, talking about a war that never actually happened. They were older now. The…
THE ULTIMATE ON-SET PRANK… BUT THE TARGET REFUSED TO BREAK
The conversation on the podcast had naturally drifted toward the grueling hours of television production in the late nineteen-seventies. The host leaned into the studio microphone, looking across…
THE TELEVISION PRIEST… BUT HIS PRIVATE LIFE DEMANDED TRUE FAITH
The waiting rooms all started to look exactly the same. It was the late nineteen-sixties, a time when medical authority was absolute, and a parent’s intuition was often…
THE TUNNEL IN STALAG 13 LED TO A PLACE THEY NEVER EXPECTED
The sun was beginning to dip behind the hills of Culver City, casting long, skeletal shadows across the remains of the old Desilu backlot. Robert Clary stood near…
THE DAY THE MONOCLE FINALLY WON THE WAR
The studio lights were a bit softer than the ones I remember from the sixties, but the heat felt exactly the same. I was sitting across from an…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY BROKE HIS STERN EXTERIOR
It is 1999, and Werner Klemperer is sitting in a small, quiet recording studio for a radio podcast. He is older now, his voice a bit more gravelly…