Editor: We’d like to thank JC for this Bill Murray Story!
My own meeting Bill Murray story is pretty boring. I was at the ATT Pebble Beach National Pro-Am Tournament for the practice round, and he came up to me and asked me if I was wearing a Chicago Bear’s cap. I confirmed that I was, which got me a thumbs up before he jumped on a golf cart and was whisked away.
Bill and I both grew up in Wilmette IL a couple of blocks away from each other. He’s a few years older than me, so I didn’t know him although I knew a couple of his younger brothers.
This story comes off of a Facebook page dedicated to people that grew up in Wilmette, and was posted by Tom K.:
“My older sister went there (St. Joe’s) for 3 years but my parents moved us both to public school when she came home with bloody knuckles courtesy of the nuns one day.
My favorite St. Joes memory was leaving Easter Mass in the last ’70s. Bill Murray was back in town on break from Sat Night Live and Monsignor Meter was at the door shaking hands as everyone leaves Mass.
He sees Bill and says “oh, Billy, so good to see you on the TV there” and Murray grabs him in a headlock, bends him down, and give him the knuckles on the top of the head saying “get outta here, ya knucklehead” like he used to do to Gilda Radner. I thought my Mom was going to have a cow . . .”