BEAR MEDIA

I was sitting on a stage at a fan convention a few years back, looking out at a sea of familiar faces and some very creative MAS*H cosplayers….

The interviewer leans forward, a mischievous glint in his eye, and asks the one question I’ve heard in a thousand different ways over the last forty years. He…

The sun over the Malibu hills has a specific way of burning through the morning mist, even forty years later. Jamie Farr stood near the edge of the…

You know, it’s funny how a single image can just pull you right back into the dust and the heat of Malibu. I was sitting at a fan…

The sun was beginning to dip behind the hills of Malibu, casting long, golden shadows across the dry grass. Jamie Farr sat on a folding chair, squinting against…

The host leans in, eyes bright with the kind of nostalgia that only comes from talking to a legend of the small screen. Jamie, he says, we all…

The sun was beating down on the dusty lot in Malibu, the kind of heat that stays in your bones long after the shadows stretch out. Mike Farrell…

The fluorescent lights of the convention center ballroom hummed with a low energy that usually signals the end of a long day of autographs. Jamie Farr sat on…

The wind at Malibu Creek State Park still carries the sharp, dusty scent of dry sage and sun-baked earth. It is a smell that never truly leaves your…