Said the great writer Joan Didion about Harrison Ford, who worked as a carpenter on her beach house in 1971.
Imagine having a beach house in 1971, being 37 years old, having a 29-year-old Harrison Ford, doing carpentry work for you and experiencing him as a great moral force.
Didion was married, you should know. She married John Gregory Dunne in 1964, and they remained married until he dropped dead in 2003. I say "dropped dead" because I read "The Year of Magical Thinking," which begins with that scene.
But how was the young carpenter a moral force? Here's a little song: