I am mostly of the 'live and let live' school of philosophy when it comes to neighborly relations. As long as your house is not in total disrepair and/or you're not engaged in overtly illegal behavior, I'm pretty much okay with how you choose to live your life. Which is a good thing, I guess, considering this is the site that greeted me from across the street today:
Yes, that is my (shirtless) grown-man neighbor stretched out in a lounge chair in his driveway. On a Sunday morning. In September.