So I got that going for me . . . which is nice

As I was running through Terminal A to escape Newark tonight, I saw this lone recognizable figure headed my way.  I knew in an instant it was Bill Murray.  He looked exactly as I would have expected.  Obviously grizzled from a long flight with about 2-3 days worth of a 5 o'clock shadow. 

I stopped him. 

Jesus, I had to.  It was Todd DiLaMuca for chrissake!!  It was all I could not to give him a noogie.

I politely told him I was huge fan.  I then gushed, "This is better than meting the Pope!"  Which was an odd thing to say considering I'm not Catholic. 

But just then he looks up with that wry, half smile that everyone has come to associate with Bill Murray, and in his best Carl Spackler says, "Well, you meet one Pope, you've pretty much met 'em all.  And the new Pope . . . well he's not too chatty."  Classic Bill Murray.  I damn near passed out. 

Then he says, "You gotta business card or something?" I couldn't get it out fast enough, all the while thinking John Winger wants MY business card!!  I hand it to him, he signs it, hands it back to me, shakes my hand and says, "Have a good flight.  Thanks for stopping me to say 'hi'." 

My life is complete.  Goonga . . .  goonga galoonga.