We would like to thank Jeff for contributing today’s story.
In 1985, I was involved in the Vintage Restaurant in Harvard Square (Cambridge MA). We were chosen to serve a luncheon for Bill who was Hasty Pudding Man of the Year [for 1985]. Bill arrived late and climbed the stairs of our three-decker, to our function room on the third floor. “Hello Bill” I said. “Welcome to the Vintage”.
“Are you the chief here?” He asked. “No Bill” I said, “I’m just one of the Indians”.
At that moment, Bill spotted a kid, about 17 years old, wearing work clothes and standing off to the side. He was the son of one of the secretaries who worked for our landlord in the second floor real estate office. His mother had told him that Bill would be walking up those stairs at some point that morning; he had gotten there early and waited for hours.
Bill turned back to the waiting staff and I, said “Excuse me a minute”.
Then he walked right up to this kid and said, “You look like my biggest fan”. I swear I could see daylight between this kids sneakers and the floor. Bill stood there talking to him for a few minutes before he came in to the function room; he was as charming and funny as you can imagine he is. Bill Murray is a very classy guy.