In its day, the building that stood empty before it became STEPS had been a convalescent home for nuns. A neighbor tells me about how the Sisters had prayed around the Jesus statue daily as we watch it being hauled away. I imagine the nuns, their heads bowed toward him, and to what lay beyond — now just a big patch of concrete in the center of the field. This has been getting slowly overtaken, grown in with more and more weeds, as anything that stands still around here long enough is wont to do. But apparently, in its day, it was