What I miss most
I’m a hugger. Grew up in a very affectionate family. Grandma didn’t just pinch my chubby cheeks. She’d pinch ‘em and then bite ‘em. Handshake? Hell, I was a little man at four years old. I walked around with a wallet in my diaper and shook hands like a politician. So of course for me, social distancing is like . . . . wha????
Remember after 9/11 the Homeland Security people came up with that color chart? It’s a yellow day everyone – it’s okay to proceed with your normal activities. It’s an orange day – be wary of anybody you see trying to set their tennis shoe on fire. It’s a red day – head to the bomb shelters.
I wonder if we’re going to have that with social distancing. Harvard University researchers are already predicting we may have various levels of social distancing into 2022. I say do the color chart. It’s a yellow day – you only need 3 feet apart in the grocery store. It’s an orange day – we recommend the standard six feet distance. It’s a red day – stay home.
Bottom line is, there are still some of us that can tell an awful lot from a handshake. I miss them. Fist bumps and elbow bumps ain’t cutting it for me. We are human. We are social animals. I need a hug. I think everybody needs one. At least that’s how I see it.