Randy

Randy was slightly lacking.  He was several inches under the national average height.  He was easily 45 lbs over the national weight average.  And, much to his father's dismay, just about borderline on the bottom end of the IQ national average.  

His parents could pinpoint no one particular event that could explain his lack.  Both of Randy's grandfather's had been seriously considered for Nobel prizes.  Both of Randy's parents were university professors.  So when Randy was held back in the fifth grade for his inability to read, they were concerned.

Randy's younger sister was already a member of Mensa and national fencing champion for the junior US league.  Randy's older brother had been invited to Westpoint.  But Randy was lacking, seriously.

The one thing that Randy was not lacking was social skill.  With the gardener, the chauffeur, the grocery clerk, the mailman, and even the beggar in front of St Ignatius church, they all knew and loved Randy.  He was somehow capable of reading people and saying exactly the right thing.  He would leave bikers grinning like children on Christmas morning.  Though deeply concerned over the future of their little Randy, his parents loved to tell the story of Randy's conversation with the IRS man who "visited" the previous summer.  The man actually left their home whistling, have forgiven the error ridden tax return from the previous year.
           So when Randy, at the age of eighteen, announced his plans to.