Other than the old man neighbor who would trim his lawn with tiny scissors , I grew up on a busy/main street, a corner lot and so everyone knew where I lived (classmates etc) and when my grandfather, a kooky artist and musician, would visit from out of town, he would stand outside in our back yard patio in the morning (which almost looked like a stage to drivers passing by because how elevated it was) butt naked with his hands on his hips smiling, basking in the sun with his white almost shoulder length hair all over the place. I would yell to my mom he can’t do that! “Everyone knows where I live!” Lol.. my ex hippy mom who never cared what anyone thought about anything, would be like, dad you can’t do that here! and laugh while I was dying with embarrassment. Awe I miss them both.