The lonely brown station wagon was parked along the main street beside a small Zapateria. The car had a $ sign neatly painted in white peeking out the back window. It had that ‘freshly cleaned’ look even with the sand blasted side panels. The store was overflowing with neatly aligned shoes, on narrow shelves lining all four walls reaching the ceiling. Remarkably, there was cellophane wrapped tightly around every single shoe, and only the left shoe was displayed. I did wonder why these shoes had coverings yet the local grocery store didn’t bother to wrap their mounds of unrefrigerated meat?