Well paint my rump blue and call me Quincy...here I was thinking the lad had been recruited by MENSA at birth, took AP courses in grade school, was carrying three majors at MIT on a full scholarship at age twelve, did classified consulting for the Jet Propulsion Lab, fine tuned the Hardron Collider wiring and software while running eleventy seben homeless kitchens, tutoring untold numbers of homeless kids in 217 languages and dialects.
Just goes to show you never can tell.
You forgot that he was also an honor student, sang in the church choir, counseled troubled teens, was viewed by everyone that knew him as a natural leader, couldn’t meet a nicer guy, wasn’t into politics or radicalism, his neighbors liked him . . .