We’d like to thank John P for sharing this story
It was 1980 – I was 13 years old and with my Father at O’Hare airport when I spotted Bill Murray waiting to check into his flight. I told my Dad “Hey, that’s Bill Murray!” My Dad, never one to be star struck, answered back, “Sure looks like it”.
“Do you think he’d mind if I ask him for an autograph?”
My Dad responded that it didn’t look like he was too busy, so I walked up to him and asked for an autograph. He was very friendly and gracious to do so, while my dad told him, “My son stays up late every Saturday to watch your show”, my dad explained.
“I hope he’s not drinking too much”
“Nope, I do the drinking at our house”, my dad assured him. “Good for you sir”, was his reply, and we were on our merry way.
We’d like to thank Kevin Nance for the following story.
I used to work with a really sweet middle-aged guy named William. I was training him when I found out his last name was Murray and laughed at how funny a coincidence it was (as if Bill Murray himself designed the joke). He then told he that he had actually met Bill Murray before.
He was in a bar in Chicago and saw Bill Murray by himself, so he decided to approach him. William Murray, who is very soft-spoken, went up to him, and said, “Hey man, you will never guess what my name is.” To which Bill Murray replied, “Shit for brains?”
William said, “Nah man, my name is Bill Murray”.
“Ok buddy, I am gonna’ need to see some ID”.
William told me that Bill bought him a couple of drinks and had him laughing the whole time by making fun of other people at the bar, though he couldn’t remember what was said.
We’d like to thank Mike Rundle for sharing this story.
Almost 10 years ago while staying at an Embassy Suites north of Chicago for a one-night stay, our kids wanted to use the fitness room. A short time later they came back excitedly saying that Bill Murray was in there. At first we didn’t believe them, but they kept insisting so I told them to go back and just be yourselves; not staring, etc.
After about 15 to 20 minutes they came back and told us they were able to talk with him and he was really nice. He told them they could approach/talk with him, but asked that they leave his son, who was there also, alone. Continue reading
We’d like to thank Dan for sharing the following story.
Several years ago, my friend and his dad took us to a Cubs game. Being rambunctious impatient teenagers at the time, we spent the majority of the game walking around the stadium.
We stumbled upon Bill Murray surrounded by a large group; we waited for the crowd to die down so that we could have a better chance to approach him.
Finally, the crowd diminished and I asked him if I could shake his hand. He replied to me with a cold stare and said, “No, you may not.” Then he leaped towards me and gave me a very long hug.
This is one of my favorite personal moments; I still smile whenever I think of that encounter.