THE SOLDIER IN THE WEDDING DRESS WHO BROKE THE WHOLE CAST
The auditorium was packed, and the air smelled of that specific mix of popcorn and old theater velvet. I was sitting on a stage in front of a…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUE VOICE WAS ALWAYS WHISPERED
The man the world knew as Charles Emerson Winchester III was a master of the haughty glare. He played a character who was defined by his lineage, his…
THE PIANO WAS OUT OF TUNE. BUT DAVID OGDEN STIERS WASN’T.
The coffee had gone cold on the table between them. It was one of those rare afternoons where the noise of the world seemed to stay outside the…
THE CHOPPER SOUNDED THE SAME BUT LORETTA SWIT FINALLY FELT IT.
The sun over Malibu Creek State Park doesn’t care about the passage of time. It beats down with the same dry, unforgiving heat that it did back in…
TV’S MOST ARROGANT ARISTOCRAT… BUT HIS TRUE PASSION WAS THE SILENT FOG
The world knew him as the man who looked down his nose at everything. When David Ogden Stiers first stepped onto the set of the most popular show…
THE NOISE STOPPED THE CONVERSATION. THEN THE TEARS STARTED.
The afternoon sun was dipping low over the hills, casting long, amber shadows across the patio where two old friends sat. Loretta Swit leaned back in her chair,…
THE SCENE WHERE CHARLES EMERSON WINCHESTER FINALLY STOPPED ACTING
The room was quiet, the kind of silence that only comes when three people have known each other for forty years. David sat by the window, his posture…
THE DAY A RUBBER CHICKEN ALMOST ENDED PRODUCTION ON MASH
I was sitting in a small, soundproofed booth in Los Angeles, across from a podcast host who had clearly done his homework. He was leaning in, the kind…
THE MAN BEHIND THE MASK NEVER TRULY SAID GOODBYE.
Loretta Swit leaned back in the velvet chair, her eyes fixed on a grainy black-and-white photograph resting on the table between her and Jamie Farr. It was a…
HOW MCLEAN STEVENSON ACCIDENTALLY HOOKED HIS OWN FACE DURING A SCENE
We were sitting around a table at this quiet little place in Los Angeles, just a few years before I really started slowing down, and the conversation drifted…