Our house is located at the end of our dead-end street. Because of our location, we only have a neighbor on one side of our house - to the left is our one lonely neighbor, to the rear is a creek, to the right is a vacant lot/rec vehicle parking area and across the street from us is a baseball field. One would imagine this positioning comes with the bonus of a super quite, private setting - unfortunately the neighbors two houses down are so insanely loud we had to move our boys to the bedrooms on the far side of the house so they could sleep at night during the summers (true story!)
You might think the bonus of living on the end of the street is the lack of through-traffic. While it is true that our boys can (for the most part) ride their bikes in front of the house without concern, our neighbors in our community DO have to drive past our house to deposit and retrieve their camp trailers, boats, spare cars, etc. So when there is traffic in front of our house, it is noisy and ties up the street for quite a while as they line up and hitch up, etc.
So what is the end of street bonus? The ability to see people doing ridiculous things out front your living room window because they don't think anyone can see them. Seriously, this happens ALL the time. We are the only house with a clear view of the baseball field, we also park in our garage, so a lot of the time it looks like no one is home. I can't count the number of times I have looked up from folding my laundry to see someone glance around, pick up a big stick and perform an elaborate javelin throw before continuing on their way. Or a "too cool" high school boy romping around with his dog before quickly stopping and playing it cool when a car comes up the street. Of course we also see our fair share of gross and just plain irritating things as well - the ultimate in irritation being the inconsiderate dog-walker of course. So, so, so many times I have been tempted to stick my head out the front door and holler "I guess you must have missed this - but your dog just left a giant pile in the middle of the ball field." So if you happen to live in our neighborhood...and you happen to have a black lab....I see you!! ;-)