"The thing generally raised on city land is taxes," Charles Dudley Warner wrote 110 years ago. True then. True now. Never mind the grass, the trees, the shrubs, the vegetable gardens. What nourishes the municipal body is a bountiful tax harvest. But wait: Hartford, Conn., is raising a preposterous, or at least heretical question: Can the city dweller matter even more than the dollar itself?
In economically hard pressed Hartford, spirits have risen a bit this spring. Why? Consider the case of Mary Haley, a slender, brown-haired woman who wears her 41 years well. She arises early, shoos her three resident children...
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