He walks across the street to show a visitor three Cushman scooters for his volunteer force, which does not yet exist. Then he climbs into his 1957 Ford fire truck, in which he spends six to eight hours a day painting over graffiti. The truck complains at a steady 15 mph. Bill Reynolds drives a few minutes before he spots a bench and mailbox sporting ugly tags. Either White Boys Federation or We Blast Flatly.
Blast is their term for tag.
He treats the mailbox with a citrus-based spray and Brillo pad. The bench gets a roller of brown paint. As he is about to leave, a lady holding out a checkbook runs up to his truck. Reynolds has been painting over her graffiti-cursed fence for three years. But Reynolds claims some success.