https://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2020/11/30/the-art-of-building-the-impossible
Worked on a job with a Polish carpenter who did phenomenal work. Could've made ridiculous money but he wasn't that type. Held a job up for two weeks one year awaiting a stair case he was fabricating. No one could get hold of him. He'd taken the company van and gone to Canada ice boating. This was a job in a building that only permitted summer construction but the apartment bellow was vacant and the people above had gone to Aspen so a deal was made with the building manger to sneak everyone in (an envelope stuffed with cash). I never really talked to him much, he wasn't a talker, but nothing phased him. Work was a means to an end and his talent ensured he'd never be out of work. Kind of wild looking bloke in his fifties, always had some good looking, thirtysomething women chasing him around. Had a drink once or twice with him. He was a magnet for characters though, as I said, he barely spoke. Wonder what he's up to?