THE DAY KLINGER’S WARDROBE FINALLY DECIDED TO SECEDE FROM THE UNION
“You know, people always ask me about the dresses,” Jamie Farr says, leaning back in his chair. The studio light catches the silver in his hair, but that…
THE ROOM WENT SILENT WHEN THE TEDDY BEAR WAS LEFT BEHIND
They were sitting in a quiet corner of a restaurant in Malibu, far away from the dust of the Santa Monica Mountains. The California sun was dipping low,…
LORETTA SWIT WALKED BACK INTO THE DUST… AND THE LAUGHTER STOPPED.
The sun in Malibu still has that same biting, unforgiving edge. It doesn’t care that forty years have passed since the cameras stopped rolling. It doesn’t care that…
THE DAY LORETTA SWIT SAW THE MAN BEHIND THE COLONEL.
It was a Tuesday afternoon in 2002 when the cameras weren’t rolling. The sun was hitting the pavement outside a small restaurant in Los Angeles. Inside, two old…
THE HELICOPTERS STOPPED FLYING DECADES AGO, BUT GARY STILL HEARS THEM.
The sun was beginning to dip behind the jagged hills of Malibu Creek State Park, casting long, amber shadows across the dry brush. Loretta Swit pulled her jacket…
TV’S COLD ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS REAL LIFE WAS A SYMPHONY OF SECRETS
David Ogden Stiers was a master of the mask. To the world, he was Major Charles Emerson Winchester III, the man who brought a touch of high-brow arrogance…
THE DAY JAMIE FARR NEARLY TOPPLED THE ENTIRE MASH TENT
The studio lights are warm, and Jamie Farr is leaning back in his chair, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses with a look of pure mischief. The interviewer,…
HOW THE STOIC MAJOR WINCHESTER FINALLY LOST HIS ABSOLUTE COMPOSURE
I’m sitting across from David Ogden Stiers in a quiet, sun-drenched library late in his life. His voice still has that rich, chocolatey resonance that made Charles Emerson…
LORETTA SWIT REMEMBERS THE DAY THE MUSIC STOPPED FOR CHARLES.
Loretta Swit once said that the set of the 4077th felt more like home than her own house. By the time 1983 rolled around, they weren’t just a…
THE WORLD’S MOST FAMOUS INNOCENT… BUT HE SOUGHT SOLITUDE IN THE BRUSHSTROKES
The sound on the set of Stage 9 was usually a cacophony of ringing phones, the clatter of mess kits, and the sharp, rapid-fire banter that defined the…