BEAR MEDIA

The sun was beginning to dip behind the Santa Monica Mountains, casting long, amber shadows across the patio where they sat. Loretta Swit reached across the small table,…

“Gary, we have to talk about the transition,” the podcast host says, leaning into his microphone. “Everyone knows the story of how McLean Stevenson left and the heart-wrenching…

The air in the private collection warehouse was cool and smelled of wax and old rubber. Gary Burghoff walked slowly past a row of gleaming Ferraris and polished…

Loretta Swit once sat across from David Ogden Stiers, decades after the dust of the 4077th had finally settled. They weren’t in the mess tent anymore. The smell…

The heat in Malibu Creek State Park has a specific kind of heavy. It smells of dry sage, toasted dust, and the ghosts of a war that never…

The room was quiet, the kind of silence that only exists between two people who have known each other for over fifty years. Loretta Swit sat across from…

The fluorescent lights of the convention center ballroom hummed with a quiet energy as Jamie Farr leaned back in his chair, a mischievous glint still dancing in his…

Every week for six years, millions of people watched a man who seemed to have everything figured out. He was the embodiment of upper-crust New England breeding, a…

Loretta Swit remembers the smell of the Stage 9 mud better than almost anything else. It was a thick, cloying mix of damp earth, the heavy scent of…