jimr – James A. Robinson – was the sysadmin when Karl, Bjorn, and I arrived at Simon’s Rock College. He was, truly, worshipped – worshipped to the point of insanity, some might think.
jimr wore these … shirts. Nobody was ever sure what, precisely, it was about them, but they had some je ne sais quoi that defined them as jim.
On October 31, 1994, Seth and I ventured up to the Cottage, where jimr was living, and entered through the back window. Leaving behind thousands of dollars of computer and stereo equipment, we purloined a single shirt, and made a break for lower campus.
The shirt was respectfully duct-taped to our dorm room wall and venerated for months.