I'm always going to want to beat dog shit unpickerupperers with a piece of driftwood

I think that's perfectly reasonable. I mind my own business, generally. I don't really care if my neighbor is fastidious about lawn care. I don't care if that neighbor parks the car in front of my house (cardinal sin in the suburbs). But, dog dirt? That is my business. Or rather, their business in my way. It is rude, thoughtless and filthy.

As for painting the past with a benevolent brush. It's my past. My memory. Why can't I have it my way? I certainly didn't have it my way when I was living it :)))