JAMIE FARR RECALLS THE MELTING FRUIT HAT DISASTER ON MASH SET
The lights in the convention hall were a bit too bright, but Jamie Farr didn’t seem to mind. He sat on the stage with that familiar, mischievous glint…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUE HEART WAS HIDDEN IN SILENCE
The studio lights at Stage 9 were notoriously unforgiving, casting sharp shadows across the fictional mud of Uijeongbu. When David Ogden Stiers first stepped onto the set of…
THE RUSTY JEEP SAT SILENT UNTIL LORETTA SWIT TOUCHED THE WHEEL.
The sun was dipping low over the Malibu hills, casting long, golden shadows across the dry brush and the cracked earth of the old Fox Ranch. Jamie Farr…
DAVID OGDEN STIERS KEPT A SECRET ABOUT THAT FINAL GOODBYE SCENE.
Loretta Swit sat across from him in a quiet corner of a dimly lit restaurant in Los Angeles, decades after the dust of Malibu had settled. The reunion…
THE DAY FATHER MULCAHY ACCIDENTALLY TURNED A TRAGEDY INTO A COMEDY
I was sitting on a stage at a fan convention a few years back, looking out at a sea of people wearing olive drab t-shirts and fishing hats….
TV’S ARISTOCRATIC INTELLECTUAL… BUT HE LIVED A QUIETLY HIDDEN TRUTH
The world knew him as Major Charles Emerson Winchester III. He was the man who brought a refined, haughty, yet deeply human complexity to the 4077th. On our…
JAMIE FARR AND LORETTA SWIT RECALLED THE SILENCE AFTER THE FIRE.
They sat in a quiet corner of the gala, two people who had once shared a tent in a war that never ended. Jamie Farr looked at Loretta…
THE FUNNIEST MAN IN KOREA… WAS CARRYING THE HEAVIEST REAL-LIFE SECRET
The hotel lobby was quiet, the kind of expensive silence that only exists in the hours just before dawn. Loretta Swit sat across from Jamie Farr, two old…
THE SURGERY WAS CRITICAL… BUT THE CORPSE FINALLY HAD ENOUGH
The studio lights are low, and the air is filled with that sterile, hushed expectancy that comes with a high-end podcast recording. Mike Farrell sits across from the…
THE SMELL OF THE DUST… AND THE TRUTH IN HAWKEYE’S EYES
The air in the museum archive was sterile, smelling faintly of white gloves and preserved history. Alan Alda walked slowly between the rows of crates, his hands tucked…