Yes, Moochie had indeed turned over a new leaf and set himself up in business. He boasted to my parents that he had acquired a stable of three aging prostitutes who he was pimping out at the local skid row hotel. "My heavy chevies," he proudly called them. Business was pretty good too.
My parents were mortified, of course. They prayed he would not identify himself as a relative to anyone they knew.
Moochie's career lasted for a while but eventually he was arrested and convicted for "living off the avails of prostitution" as it's called. Presumably he served a bit of jail time. Or perhaps not. Who knows? The last we heard of him was that he had moved to the West Coast where his brother lived. He died there a few years ago.
I'm sure he was able to con his way into heaven. Rest in peace, Moochie.
[Photo by Sean Carruthers and found on his website here]