On a cloudy afternoon in May, a dozen strangers descended a tree-lined hill in the Catskills, one by one.
They had just relinquished their phones, and the only sound they could hear was the distant beat of a drum.
But they hoped that somehow they would emerge better, more fulfilled men.
At the bottom of the hill, they entered a huge frame tent, bare except for carpets, chairs and space heaters.
A circle of about 25 more men, all of whom had already been through the same process, or a very similar one, welcomed them.
Persons:
Louis
Locations:
Connecticut, Brooklyn, Haitian, Queens, St