real one

As a Realtor, the raccoonteur had a few casual shirts made up for doting clients, and himself, even.

They were embroidered, - DAVID DIX REALTOR in black thread -though the above picture doesn't clearly show that machine-wrought workmanship. What a pity to still have those perfectly good and little-worn garments and not feel enfranchised in his present incarnation to wear blatant proclamations of that prior and less-enlightened livelihood.

What could be done, via his simple paint brushes with which he attached so many false neckties upon T shirts, using acrylic (washable forever) paint?

Eureka. Ergo & to-wit: see illus.

Not satisfied with this single revelation of his [real] "realness," he painted out the last two letters on the sign still flown over the back office door. That was alot easier than to take down the heavy chunk of sand-blasted white-on-black wood entirely, and then have to probably repaint the white house wall after filling in the big holes of the lead anchors used to mount the sign, many years ago.

With these small changes wrought with paint, he glossed over a chapter of a life that was somewhat ill-founded to begin with. It all feels very "Moving Finger of

Fate" - ish.