The reason Mayberry was so quiet and peaceful was because nobody was married. Andy, Aunt Bea, Barney, Floyd, Howard, Goober, Gomer, Sam, Earnest T. Bass, Helen, Thelma Lou, Clara, and of course Opie were single. The only married person was Otis, and he stayed perpetually drunk.
Where I got my salesmanship skills: Between tours overseas I sold many hundreds of Marines on the benefits of a career in the Marine Corps, including myself. That's like selling ice to Eskimos, and made me quite persuasive. Funniest part was that I've only ever known two Marines who reenlisted for immediate transfer. (a little known paragraph, deep in the retention manual) A guy that I sent to a unit almost in his back yard in New York, and myself, many years before I was "Screened, found eligible, and selected for The Marine Corps Professional Career Planning Force." I was back in Okinawa Japan less than a week after my first reenlistment, having spent only eleven months at Camp Lejeune. I stayed for 5 years that time, and got wrangled into the Career Planning gig shortly after I got back. Nobody ever even spoke to me of this screening. I thought the orders were a joke when I got them. They were on blue paper and full of misspelled words. I threw them away. It took a call to the First Sergeant's office to convince me that it wasn't some joke the clowns I worked with hadn't made on a Xerox machine. Turned out to be some of the best duty I ever had. Got married and was home for the birth of #1 Son on that tour, and got shanghaied into instructor duty when I got back from my final overseas tour. It was all great duty, even in the worst places... If only I'd been more careful where I stepped.