First Kiss Remembered
For several weeks prior to Valentine’s Day, I collected stories from all sorts of people about their recollections of their first kiss. I printed out a copy of each story — without the name of the story teller.
Then, I spent an afternoon in a coffee shop and an evening at the Katonah Museum of Art asking the people around me to tell me about their first kiss. After listening to each story, I gave the person one of the printed stories that I had previously collected. I felt good about distributing memories of kisses on Valentine’s Day.