A story about Harrison Ford
I’ve always adored Harrison Ford, all the way back to Witness, that’s why I am thoroughly ashamed of myself. Here’s why:-
A couple of years ago I had to meet a friend at Van Nuys Airport in California. I was early and went to the bar and ordered a drink. There was a guy at the bar who commented on my English accent when I ordered my coke. We laughed and joked and I explained I was from Nottingham in England and was waiting for my friend who was now late. He then said he had to go, but hoped my friend turns up and told the bar tender to put another coke on his tab, and before I could protest, he’d gone. I said to the bar tender that chap was very nice and looked somewhat familiar, and he replied. “Well, ma’m, that was Harrison Ford”. I was dumbstruck. I couldn’t believe I didn’t recognise him, and as I walked out the door, I saw this small plane take off with him piloting.
He really was a lovely guy…even if I didn’t know who he was!
