Don't do much huggin' these days.

Used to belong to a very non-traditional church. We hugged a lot.

Used to belong to a group of people who shared a mutual problem we were trying to overcome. We hugged a lot.

Used to belong to a loosely knit bunch of city folks who "communed with nature" by heading to the woods for a couple of group campouts a year. We hugged a lot.

Now, I live in the woods we used to "commune" in, haven't been inside a church in years, and haven't felt the need to pursue any types of self-destructive behavior for at least as long. So, since I no longer get to hug truth-seekers, hippie-wanabees, or recovering drunks, the hugs have gotten kinda sparse.

However, I do hug my wife, my four cats, my pig and a few trees every day. And my wife says I hug guitars way too much. I'm satisfied.

Bruce