Between One Step and the Next
Between One Step and the Next Sam Wells sat on a bench and tried not to cry. He had just come from a frustrating meeting with a government agency and was debating in his head what he should do next. Months of underemployment had left him on the edge of losing his home, but nobody seemed able to help him. He finally gathered himself, and looked around him. Across the street was The Arch, a rather unique work of art. ?It looked like two streetlamp poles placed two and half feet apart,...