I remember the good ol’ days when people took a smidgeon of pride in their yards. Even when I was young and poorer, I would mow and edge the yard. It was therapeutic and kinda presented an image to the neighborhood that I gave a crap, because I did. I have young neighbors living a couple of houses down that haven’t mowed all summer. Also a couple of Saturdays ago I was sitting peacefully in my backyard sipping coffee at 6:00 am and all of a sudden their garage door opened up in the alley and a head banger song was blaring as loud as it would go 10 ft from another neighbor’s bedroom window. I ran down the alley to see what was going on. They were both drunk and I said, “what in the **** do you think you are doing? people are sleeping at this hour, have just a little consideration!” They looked at me and slurred, “maaaaann we’re s-sorry, we didn’t know.” I told them well now you do, don’t do it again.”
I would volunteer to mow their weeds, but some of the weeds have trunks 3” in diameter. Not to mention almost a solid stand of grass burrs they refer to as “native grass”.