Not a Hugger

Emerson once wrote, “my friends and I are fishes in our habit. As for taking Thoreau's arm, I should as soon take the arm of an elm tree.” If I ever got to spend time with the Sage of Concord, we might have had much in common—but we would not have hugged.

Definitely not hugged.

For some reason that I can’t exactly explain, the fact that I don’t hug is a …