  The Good Ole Days Gone are the days of having the Cleavers as your neighbors. I always wanted to get to know my neighbors - considering we live so close I can hear their phone ring and smell their pancake breakfasts.
I was always a little sad when I didn't get to talk to new people... Last night I came out to my car to find the neighbor (of 10 years) called the cops because I was parked on the wrong side of the street for over 20 minutes (mind you I was loading and unloading).
I tried to explain that I was loading and leaving but that was not good enough she proclaimed. She yelled at me about how my car being parked where it was made it difficult to get her truck into her driveway - to which I retorted..."Maybe it's the beer that makes it tough to drive" as her drunk husband ambled towards me -open can in hand. I will now go back to being happy to have quite keep to themselves neighbors. Bring on my knight on a shining John Deer - I need a driveway and some acres distance between the next house! 
