I ran into Howard Zepp at San Francisco Zine Fest this year, summer of 2009. He was carrying around copies of Glag, which is how I recognized him. He was very handsome and debonair. I was impressed by the way he walked and the steady way he held my gaze. In short, I found him captivating. We walked together to Strybing Arboretum, arm in arm, and observed the plants and shrubs together. There is no one I can recall feeling such an instant bond with. Howard Zepp is my favorite zinester.