That time our local historian botched the tale of the Mary Celeste at the community potluck
At the potluck, old Mr. Jenkins always told wild stories about the Mary Celeste. We nodded along without a second thought, but last year someone corrected him with a Wikipedia page, and the whole room went silent.
How can we mess up a story that bad? I once tried to tell my niece how her grandparents met and accidentally gave her the plot of a rom-com I saw last week. gray_bell, your mayor sounds like me trying to cook from memory and ending up with salt instead of sugar. Getting simple facts twisted is just too easy sometimes. I'd probably put the town founder in the wrong century and give him a pet llama.