A Flea Market

I found some interesting stuff at a Flea Market in a city of Lynyrd Skynyrd's favorite state. (Actually, the one where they love to govern you more than they mention in the song.)

You can view it too. To protect the innocent, the interesting file is password protected. You need to have an account on this computer to find it. To find the password, try fingering an account that the machine's owner uses in class, paying particular attention to the charismatic name.