THE TUNNEL WAS FAKE BUT THE BROTHERHOOD WAS REAL
The sun was hitting the backlot of the old studio with a peculiar, golden sharpness that only late afternoon in California can manage. Robert Clary stood near the…
THE DUST OF STALAG 13 NEVER TRULY SETTLED
The sun was beginning to dip behind the soundstages at the old Desilu lot, casting long, skeletal shadows that looked like the bars of a cell. Robert Clary…
THE DAY AN ALARM CLOCK RUINED THE THIRD REICH
The fluorescent lights of the convention hall hummed with a low-frequency buzz that seemed to vibrate right through the folding chairs. On the small, carpeted stage, Richard Dawson…
THEY LAUGHED IN STALAG 13 BUT THE GRAVEL TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY
The sun was beginning to dip behind the hills of Culver City, casting long, skeletal shadows across the empty lot where a world once lived. Robert Clary walked…
THE DAY SCHULTZ GOT TETHERED TO THE BARRACKS DOOR
It is a warm Saturday afternoon at a crowded nostalgia convention in Burbank, and the air is thick with the scent of popcorn and old movie posters. Robert…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK FINALLY LOST HIS COOL ON THE SET
The studio lights were always a bit too bright for a man who preferred the dim, cultured atmosphere of an opera house. Werner Klemperer sat across from the…
THE SERGEANT WHO SAW ABSOLUTELY NOTHING AT ALL
The studio lights were always a bit too bright for my taste, even after all those years in front of the camera. I remember sitting there on that…
THE DAY COLONEL KLINK LOST HIS DIGNITY IN A CUP OF COFFEE
It was one of those late-night talk show appearances in the late eighties, the kind where the host is leaning in with genuine curiosity and the audience is…
THE DAY SERGEANT SCHULTZ FINALLY LOST HIS PANTS ON SET
The theater was packed for the final afternoon of the nostalgia convention. Robert Clary sat on the velvet-draped stage, looking much smaller than he did on the television…
THE GOODBYE THAT MADE MILLIONS CRY… BUT THE TEARS WEREN’T ACTED.
The backstage green room of the Los Angeles theater was incredibly quiet, the distant hum of the city traffic barely reaching the thick walls. Loretta sat perfectly still…