I've lived most of my life in the city, where the police are called for shootings and robberies.
Now I live in a suburb, where the guy next door called the cops about a bees nest on my back porch, and they came.

The old gent next door has lived his entire adult life in the borough. He knows the mayor, and most of the council.

He also has trouble backing up his minivan. I have learned to keep at least four feet between my car and his van.

A friend stopped by one evening, and parked his car right behind the gent next door's minivan. He complained to me. I assured him my friend would move the car, then we went back to well...what we'd been doing.

Half an hour later a cop banged on my front door. My friend and I dressed hastily. The cop informed my friend that he would have to move his car. He did, with the neighbor looking on. Afterwards I said to my friend, formerly of U.S. Special Forces, "Mr.... was in Korea, that's something you should know about."

"Korea," says my friend brightly, "Really! What regiment were you in?"

I went inside, poured myself a Coke and found my knitting, knowing I had achieved peace in our time.

But I do miss the city, where the police are called for robberies and shootings, not cars that are in somebody's way.