I wasn’t on Greenville Avenue proper for relatively long, but it seemed like the peace-keepers and rabble-rousers got along fine. But I do want to make a seemingly obvious observation: If you live on the M Streets or anywhere stumbling-distance from Greenville and you choose to have a party and that party predominantly takes place on your front yard, you’re pretty much inviting passers-by to join you. Is it so hard to just chill, offer a beer, and make a friend? Can’t we all just get along? (Note to “Chad”: We were invited to your shindig by friends of friends of yours, and we weren’t going to stay long anyway; your party was only slightly less lame than the one that played Josh Groban.) (Note to “Ryan”: You and your dad did a great job building that deck.) (Note to “Billy”: You rock. Thanks for the crawfish. See you next year.)