Your aptitude tests are off the charts, so what is it? You like being the only genius-level repeat offender in the Keys?
Elliot James Young
Stats:
Elliot Young
340 E Seaview Drive
Duck Key, FL 33050
Phone: 305-743-9139
Email: ElliottJYoung@aol.com
Date of Birth: July 28, 1980
Occupation: National Customer Service Rep, VIPAR
Weight: 178 pounds
Height: 6' 1"
Chest – 41 inches
Arms / Biceps – 14 inches
Waist – 31 inches
Shoe Size - 11 US
Hair Color: Light brown
Eye Color: Blue
Educational History:
Marathon High School
Boot Key, Florida 1993 to 1997
University of Miami
Coral Gables / Virginia Key, Florida 1997 to 2001
Holds both a Juris Doctorate degree from the UM School of Law and the MPS degree in Marine Affairs and Policy from the Rosenstiel School of Marine and Atmospheric Science.
Employment History:
NAPA Auto Parts
Marathon, FL
2003 to 2004
VIPAR Heavy Duty
Miami, FL
2004 to present
Elliot's parents died in a car crash in the summer after his 14th birthday, and he was raised by his paternal grandfather after that. His grandfather lives in an exclusive retirement community for those suffering from dimentia.
His friends often asked him, with as much time as he spent in Miami, why didn't he just get an apartment there. Simple truth of the matter was his place on Duck Key had been occupied by one member of the Young family or another since before the Labor Day Hurricane of 1935. Yes the causeway hadn't reconnected the island to the rest of civilization until 1953, but the Youngs were a stubborn lot, and as at home on the water as they were on land. When the causeway was rebuilt, his Gramps had said "There goes the neighborhood."
Despite his grandfather's grousing over the reconnection to the civilized world, Duck Key was still laid back and low key. Which was exactly how Elliot liked it. With a population of four hundred, forty three, it wasn't easy to maintain privacy. Everyone knew everyone else's business. Which was why his job with VIPAR was perfect. Everyone took it at face value and his long absences were easily explained.
His job keeps him on the move, but he heads for Duck Key as often as he can.
Sound and Fury
Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death.
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
William Faulkner, 1929