Years ago I lived in a neighborhood where everyone took care of their lawns with a meticulous passion.  I lived there because there was no legal way they could stop me from moving in.  Those people were up early on Saturday mornings to cut their grass.  I was up early listening to them. Fortunately, our corner lot had a 7 foot high hedge around its perimeter so I often got away with only  mowing the thin strip between the sidewalk and the road.

In the neighborhood we lived in a few before that one, I was the guy that had the neighbors trying to keep up - especially the year I was "in between" churches.  Our house, in the co-op we lived in, was decorated with tons of Christmas lights and a huge lit star at the top of the pine tree in our front yard.  People up and down the street stood in their doorways as I climbed that tree to "starify" it.  I'm sure that each year they were wondering if this was the year I was going to perform a holiday tumbling act and put them out of their misery and let them catch up.  Decoration wise, I was the king of the block.

I'm glad this guy didn't live on our street!