Rather than attempt to be eloquent, let me just cite examples.
-College Hill Sundries on a Sunday night. Bands playing and (it seems)
just about everyone in the place knows each other. Not in the snooty-indie-rock-our-club
kind of way, but in a good way. After living in the "Are You Hip
Enough To Talk To Me?" climate of Washington, DC, this is just so
nice. I think Greg Collin's summed it up best when he said "We all
just folks."
-Old houses with big porches, the muted noise of band[ practice coming
from inside
This list will be added too as the moments present themself. So, check back...