Through the night the long windows of Pratt & Whitney's aircraft engine plant glow with an eerie, blue-green light. Through the streets of East Hartford, Conn., freight cars lumber along old trolley tracks from the plant to the New Haven Railroad. The air of the whole neighborhood palpitates with the muffled thunder of Wasps and Hornets on test stands in the research buildings. And every six seconds the white finger of the airport beacon flicks over the fleshening skeleton of a huge new factory extension growing from the main plant.
Last week President Donald...
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