We’d like to thank Fred Joy for sharing today’s story
My father-in-law and I were on vacation in Charleston, South Carolina in 2009. We booked a round at a semi-public course for a Tuesday morning tee time. We unloaded our bags, stroked our beards, I put on my Georgia Tech Yellow Jacket hat, and then we walked into the pro-shop.
Upon opening the door, there were two loud voices, clearly having a ‘spirited’ discussion that stopped my father-in-law and I in our tracks. Within seconds it was apparent that the two voices were equally arguing and teasing each other. And both voices were good at it.
We turned the corner – there was Bill and the Pro, arguing over a bag of range balls. Bill was under the impression that the small bag of balls should be honored to be set free upon the open range, and it was his duty to do it. The Pro wanted his $5.
We’d like to thank Ken for sharing this story.
My girlfriend and I were seeing Jenny Lewis perform at the Music Farm in Charleston, SC. We came from Myrtle Beach, SC. We were aware that Bill Murray has a home near Charleston, co-owns their baseball team, and is seen a lot in the area; in all our years going there, though, we have never seen him.
While watching the opening act we heard Bill Murray was in the house, and we could not control our excitement (mainly me.) We saw him go up to the bar, and my girlfriend went over to meet him. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Mike for sharing the following story.
I’m from Minnesota, but was at a meeting in Charleston, SC on October 24. After dinner, my friends and I walked to the King Street Grille to watch the World Series. When we walked in, we noticed Mr. Murray sitting at a table near the front of the bar. I am very shy and wanted to leave him alone. I always like to respect a man’s privacy.
Anyway, a few in my party had the guts to shake his hand and even buy him a drink. Some may have even shot a picture. I thought it was just cool to have seen him.
I texted my kids, one of which is a paratrooper with the 82nd Airborne at Fort Bragg, to let them know Mr. Murray was in the same bar as I was. My son Zach, the paratrooper, texted me: “Tell him ‘Chive on’ and try and get his autograph Dad, for the love of God… he’s our hero around here…” Continue reading
We’d like to thank Samantha for the following story.
It was a cold January Friday and a few of my best friends from the College of Charleston were in town to share my birthday and a sorority sister’s at the same time, a yearly ritual. After trying to score a last minute reservation at any of the nameable Charleston restaurants, we settled on a college favorite, The King Street Grille.
The restaurant was not too busy but the hostess brought us upstairs. We sat down and what do ya know? Bill Murray was sitting right next to us with a blonde, tan skinned woman. Continue reading