A Rig Too Far
A coordinated squeeze on American rivals reminds the world what keeps it running.
On a hot, muggy August morning in 2016, I drove through the gates at Red Hook Terminal in Brooklyn with a TWIC card clipped to my vest. It’s the federal Transportation Worker Identification Credential you need to access any working marine terminal in the United States. I was there to take delivery of “orthotropic deck panels” destined for the Verrazano-…
