(My second Cowbird submission.)
I collect smiles like some people collect rare and exotic maps of foreign locations and relics from times gone by. Someone else owned these things once. Once they belonged to men and boys, in their pockets, on their faces. They touched them with their hands, found in them direction, and then left them behind. Now they belong to collectors like me, enshrined in frames and memories.
My collection began with a stranger on the streets of Boston.