I live in a nice, modest but new-looking suburban cul de sac with maintained lawns and a large park down the street. Families house kids from 4ish to teenagedom. There are some grandparents. Many of the vehicles are trucks or SUVs, and the ones that are a little older probably belong to the teenagers, but there are no dingy or beat up cars anywhere on the street. There are sporty play vehicles like four-wheelers and boats and the like. Sometimes a horse trailer or a motor home. In good weather, parents bring their folding chairs by the dozen or so to set up camp at the park while their kids play.

Also the kids smurfing run back and forth across the goddamn street NOT LOOKING EITHER WAY BECAUSE THEIR PARENTS ARE APPARENTLY FAILURES so I have to inch along down my own street coming home from work at three miles an hour so I don't hit somebody's failure brood darting inbetween all of the trucks and SUVs parked on the side of the road which obstruct my view from the sidewalk.

People are nice and wave and say hi when Achilles and I pass them on walks. I do not know anyone's name or have conversations with them, other than to say hi.