Somewhere in the historical Low Country port town of Charleston, South Carolina, Bill Murray hides, waiting for his next chance to do something so endearing it’ll prompt its own blog post.
Charleston’s own Post-Courier has the details:
Charleston wedding photographer Raheel Gauba was shooting engagement photos of a young couple posing on the steps of a Meeting Street building last month when someone grabbed his subjects’ attention.
Gauba, used to tourists and onlookers sometimes heckling his shots, said he told Erik Rogers and Ashley Donald to look at the camera but they continued to look behind him in stunned silence.
“I thought who the heck is bothering them,” Gauba said Wednesday. “I turn around and it’s Bill Murray with his shirt up, belly out, tapping his belly and trying to make them laugh.”
Murray’s a resident of Charleston, and owns part of the city’s minor league baseball team, the RiverDogs. At this point, Charleston’s PR department might as well lead advertising material with photos and stories of Murray to encourage even more tourism, because Bill’s the f*cking man.
“Charleston: Where Bill Murray Might Razzle Dazzle for You.”
That’s the fact, Jack.