I live in a Cul-De-Sack. My street very much resemble Mayfield Place, except...our houses are built out of bricks, still...tons of nature, typical end-street with the oddballs, the normalville joneses, the young and restless, the white trash, the military dude (guess thats me, even though I've never done one day of service), the Walter-type (yes..we have that too, right across my lawn..he's a pain in the ass!), and the foreigners.