The crisp September evening in Santa Fe is going to be special. It's the annual burning of Old Man Gloom or Zozobra.* He stands across the large park where thousands of people gather--a fifty-foot sourpuss puppet whose gaping mouth and neon eyes make him appear dismal, which is his job. When Zozobra burns into smoldering ash, so, too, will people's gloomy thoughts disappear--or so everyone hopes. As with any spectacle worthy of the name,...