Opps - Wrong Email Address

My hometown south of Boston had ten churches, two temples, and seven traffic lights in 1960.

Milton was a dry town without a single bar within the boundaries of the trolley suburb.

My parents considered Milton a good place to raise kids.

People believed in God and America.

As an atheist and an anti-war radical I fled this town for Boston in 1970 to return only to visit my parents.

Only my older brother lives there now.

I travel north for holidays and keep explanations about my life in New York, Europe, and Asia to fifty words or less.

Some family members think I belong to the CIA, but my cover was blown by a sexually explicit email to a Pattaya friend attached to the address of a family friend.

I had asked my ex-babysitter to delete the email.

Being female Layla opened it instead and responded with vitriol, "What I read made me sick."

She was a true believer in God.

Whatever I wrote had nothing to do with perversity, because I have become a sexual square in my old age, however the passage must have been graphic and I apologized to her, especially since I had carried a decades-old torch for Layla.

"You are not who I thought you are. If you are in Boston for the holidays, it would be best if you didn't come to my sister's house for Christmas."

I was 'persona non grata, which is Latin for 'unwelcome'.

I have to be more careful about those emails in future.

Once more 'mea culpa' to my family friend.

That's Latin for 'sorry', which I learned it as an altar boy.

I looked pure in my cassock and surplice.

It was all a show.

Unlike my crush for Layla.