I had an idea the other day to follow Carlos and Felipa downtown as they shop. Mostly I had some memories of stories–stories of how Carlos would drop the wife off for groceries while he went to a bar and would forget her as the time ran on. This always filled me with imaginings of how that day would happen. My own Grandmother told me stories of phone calls looking for the old man at the local bar. I want to explore this later tonight or when I have time. The brain of grading and responding to student essays has me but I want to follow Carlos in downtown Monte.