Since I attended my first Bread and Puppet show a few years ago, I've been curious about the little society of performers that flourishes each summer at the theater's 200-acre farm. I love immersive reporting assignments, and I figured that the only way to understand Bread and Puppet — a quasi-commune, led by a visionary artist and sustained by mostly unpaid labor — was to spend a lot of time there.
NIGHTS ARE GETTING CHILLY in the Northeast and I am more often alone when I enter the water now, propelled there not by the heat but because, under water