This shirt belonged to Gerry– my college logic professor. He would wear it in class and I always admired it– I must have complimented him on it every time he wore the thing- somehow it epitomized the man himself… his stories about taking LSD with Boris, a mathematician friend of his.. the cluttered office he would let me sit in while he was off teaching classes… or maybe it spoke to the kind of fascinating person I hope to someday become.
On my last day of college classes- in a philosophy exam- another professor handed me a plastic grocery bag from Gerry. I found the shirt inside and put it on. No note. No explanation.
My hope is for someone to wear it so it can be admired somewhere else by someone else. Is that creepy? Maybe just a little…
— mailed from Quebec
I also think that this project will have some interest for him as an economist. I myself hope to someday be a wacky professor of anthropology, inspiring my students intellectually, and personally. If I make it, perhaps then this shirt can get passed on to me- and maybe I will even use it to teach a lesson in object-ethnography!