People shared tales of meeting Bowie before he was famous, proudly telling me about their "Brixton boy".
There were pancake breakfasts, carnivals and smoke-filled bars where grandfathers, fathers and sons shared tales of courage.
Several commenters shared tales of tedious opponents with an uncanny knowledge of those two-letter game-changers.
In fringe meetings far from the fuchsia-pink main stage they shared tales of doorstep rage from voters convinced that Labour largesse had passed them by.
"Gruesome Playground Injuries," for instance, was inspired by a barroom conversation with a friend who shared tales of crazy injuries that he accumulated as a child.
Ms. Duncan, who leaned on her walker, shared tales of when that elevator had trapped passengers or had been out of service for weeks.
When the broadcast was over, parents stood up, and one by one shared tales, until it had evolved into a group therapy session I wasn't sure I wanted to be in, but didn't want to miss either.
The retired defensive end Jason Taylor shared tales of pain with Dan Le Batard of The Miami Herald, who wrote: We think we know this forever-growing monster we are cheering on Sundays.
That evening, over salmon dip and crackers, Susan Wilson, who operates the inn with her husband, shared tales of early statehood, the 1964 earthquake, interactions with Eskimos and stray polar bears.
We met all sorts of people, from retired pipe fitters to vacationing academics, and shared tales of our adventures and the latest news on highways closed and campsites renovated.
