Erasing My Happy Memory

For over 30 years, I have lived or have my family with my self lived on Misty Lane.
I always liked my streets name.  It was generous, it was friendly, it was happy and it really did not conjure up any sense of anything other than the mist on a lane in the world we enjoy.

Well, All this changed recently when I had a conversation with a leading Reform Rabbi.
I told him my address for he might be able to send me a copy of a book on his beliefs of Jewish life and the mental health system.  Hopefully its a positive contribution...

But of course, the rabbi told me: "Misty Lane?  Sounds like a stripper".

So today, I have a new echo in my world that has to remind me of all the filth in my world and the future when I think of this greatly happy friendly generously named avenue of existence where I will continue to exist and always called my home.

Thanks Reform Guys!