There were some great writers on the Fray, and they could impart a sense of community, but sometimes that community was "gated". Which led to the sewer of the Fray, which was Ballot Box.
Anything went there, and there were always the ubiquitious secret decoder ring alerts like " check your email".
But the BoTF could get a little crabbed and self serving, with the constant personal belly button lint inspections by the regulars.
I liked Today's Papers the best, it was a moderation between the overflowing sewer and the Princeton professors lunch quarters.
Some of the people on the Fray lived their lives on the Fray, there were many discussions about clandestine meetings, Fray meets, etc.,
But the truth is, Robes (bless his soul) said it best:
"This is the cyber pot belly stove, in the pixelated General Store, where all come to solve the woes of their particular view of mankind and the Universe".
Striking words, Robes was indeed one of the titans there, and he went too soon.
Regards
Pace