We’d like to thank Owen Malbec for this story.
I was married on May 26, 1990 at the Garrison Golf & Country Club in Garrison, NY. Bill Murray was playing golf that day and, although we didn’t meet him, the club person that was our organizer got Bill to autograph one of our matchbooks (a lot of people still smoked in 1990!)
As it happens, John John Kennedy had played the day before and signed the guest book “John John Kennedy”. Not to be outdone, Bill therefore signed our matchbook “Bill Bill Murray” and even wrote out “10% off all marital aids”! We still have it somewhere and I often end up telling this story. Maybe he’ll send us a card for our 25th next May!
We’d like to thank Adam Smeaton for sharing this story.
In 1998, I packed my life into my Nissan 240SX and hit the road to California with dreams of becoming a rock star. My brother Josh was cool enough to make the cross country drive with me. It was an exciting trip, with America whizzing past me and visions of my new life in Los Angeles firing through my synapses.
The second day we were in L.A., we went to the In-N-Out Burger on Sunset. (There’s a rule that all new arrivals have to go there). Right when we sat down with our food, Josh did a double take. He finally leaned forward and whispered, “That’s Bill Murray.” Of course Josh was so excited that it was more like a shout straining with the hoarseness of a whisper. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Brad Freeman for sharing this story.
It must have been sometime in early January of 2008 that I traveled to Reykjavík, Iceland for an international Judo tournament. Being there for a competition rather than on holiday, I had the pleasure of seeing little else in Iceland outside the hotel and tournament arenas. I was in the best shape of my life, and at 5 feet 11 inches tall, I was competing at a very slender 145lbs.
One late night in the hotel, I found myself in a small sauna trying to shed water-weight for next morning’s weigh-ins. I must have been in the hot wooden room for a couple hours before a man entered wearing a towel about his head not unlike a turban. He took a seat in the hot box, and it took a few minutes before it registered that I knew this man. It felt as though I must have stared at him for a bit before timidly asking, “You’re Bill Murray, right?” He took a moment and then responded in typical Murray fashion with a “Yeah… that seems about right.” Continue reading
We’d like to thank Bob McLaughlin for this story.
My son is getting Married this weekend. He had his bachelor party last night and the story of meeting famous people came up. Well I have been lucky and have met several, but one of the most memorable was one of my first and that was Bill.
It was around 1981 or ’82. I had just come home from Boot camp in Florida and was going to Greatlakes for additional training, which also happens to be my hometown area of Deerfield. It was a late night in Northbrook, Illinois. My sister was working in a restaurant doing food prep and my parents asked me to pick her up from work. Ok, no problem.
So my buddy and me headed out to where she worked and entered an almost empty restaurant. There was only one table being used and, right away, we saw that it was Bill Murray and family. Continue reading