Ah, it's time again for the monthly posy in which I show why I revere Bill Murray. This took place in the famed Poet's House, a library in NYC, as it was being rebuilt in a new location. Mr. Murray stopped by to read poetry to the construction workers building it. He did it because... he is a glorious and incredibly random, unpredictable person, I guess. It's part of why we love him so much.