I met Merri Rudd Friday night, October 30, 1981. My Droog, Robert Coontz, brought her home to Preston Road for dinner with Droogie John Merck and me. Mer walked into the living room sniffing the air as she walked between the table and the couch, which I thought was odd. She said she was a dog in a former life. I said I was a werewolf. The rest is history. Our story.

Happy Anniversary, Darling! xox, mjh

[photo by John Merck]