Since we don’t have a specific forum for such things. 
The old guy who lived across the street must have passed away, or been moved into assisted living, because I saw a bunch of cars and moving vans in front of his house a month or so ago.
Then, starting last week, someone currently living in the house started to play the drums, loudly, very early in the morning (like 2AM). The first couple of times, he stopped after a few minutes, which was just enough to wake us up, but not enough to make me get out of bed, put on clothes, and confront him.
Last Friday, he did it again, and I went over the next day and tried to talk to him - ringing the doorbell and knocking - several times, but no answer.
Monday, he started up at 5 AM. It woke me up, and I put on clothes and went across the street. I rang the doorbell, but he was playing so loud that there was no way he was going to hear that.
I pounded, pounded, on the door.
No response.
I went over to a window where the light was on, and I pounded on the glass with the palm of my hand. Suddenly, the music stopped. I went to the front door, and rang the doorbell.
No response.
Pounded on the door.
No response.
I went back home muttering about what a chickenshit he must be.
I wrote a pretty civil note, explaining that he was disturbing us, and asking him not to play from 8pm-8am, and taped it to his door. I signed it with my wife’s and my names.
So, this morning I find a nice bar of chocolate with a long handwritten note wrapped around it on the table outside our front door.
The neighbor (Kevin) apologized profusely, and thanked my for not calling the cops.
Hopefully, we will have an amicable relationship - I think he’s just a typical clueless college kid. I think he’s still a little embarrassed to meet face-to-face, but I still want to talk to him.
End of anti-pitting.