WHEN THE CHOPPER CUT OUT DURING A MAS*H SCENE
I was recording a special episode for my podcast, sitting across from a fellow actor who had taken over the interviewer chair. We were swapping stories about the…
THEY CLIMBED INTO THE JEEP FOR A LAUGH BUT FOUND TEARS.
It was supposed to be a quiet afternoon of catching up. Years had passed since they packed up the tents, turned off the cameras, and said goodbye to…
THE HILARIOUS WARDROBE MALFUNCTION ON THE OUTDOOR SET OF MAS*H
“So, Alan,” the podcast host asked, leaning into the microphone, “everyone talks about the intense surgery scenes, but I want to know about the outdoor shoots. Was it…
THE UNBREAKABLE WINCHESTER AND THE SWAMP PANTS PRANK
I was doing a podcast interview a few months ago, just having a casual, wide-ranging conversation about the old days of television. Out of nowhere, the host asked…
THE MOUNTAINS STILL REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENED THERE.
Years after the final cameras stopped rolling, you could still find pieces of the 4077th if you knew where to look. Fox Ranch, tucked away in the Santa…
A HALF-CENTURY PASSED BEFORE LORETTA SWIT DISCOVERED THE TRUTH ABOUT HAWKEYE.
The Malibu Creek sun was beating down exactly the way it did in 1974. Alan Alda stood near a patch of dry brush, his hands buried deep in…
THE SOUND IN THE CORNER MADE LORETTA SWIT STOP IN HER TRACKS.
The warehouse in North Hollywood was drafty and smelled of dust, old cardboard, and damp concrete. Loretta Swit was standing near a stack of crates when she heard…
THE HELICOPTER BLADES HAD STOPPED TURNING FORTY YEARS AGO… BUT MIKE FARRELL COULD STILL HEAR THEM.
It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon in Malibu when the past decided to catch up with them. Gary Burghoff sat across from his old friend, a cup of…
THE SCENE WAS WRITTEN TO BE TOUGH… BUT MIKE FARRELL COULDN’T LOOK AT THE JEEP.
The Malibu Creek State Park winds were kicking up the exact same California dust. Two old friends stood near the brush, shield-shading their eyes against the glaring afternoon…
THE SOUND OF A DISTANT ENGINE CHANGED EVERYTHING FOR MIKE FARRELL.
The California sun was beating down on the old Malibu Creek State Park, baking the dry brush until the air smelled exactly like 1975. Mike Farrell stood near…