The two times I met Harrison Ford.

Elena Tucker
5 min readJun 3, 2023

I met Harrison Ford exactly twice when I lived in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.

Stop me if you heard me tell this story before.

The year was 1990. I was living in the manufactured Wild West — the best of times to live in this little town of Jackson. I didn’t know it then, of course, and that’s how it goes. We had staged gun fights for the tourists, in the summer, when visitors on the way to Yellowstone would number in millions. Jackson was proud of its tininess, and wanted to keep its authenticity — businesses set up in The Square, around the antlered…

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Elena Tucker

Writer and storyteller, immigrant, wife, mom, knitter, collector of jokes, lover of cheap, sweet wine.