Vehicle
Mileage Tax: I recently wrote about a vehicle mileage tax (VMT) as an alternative
or a supplement to the gas tax. Eric
Jaffe of Atlantic Cities writes about the difficulties of selling gas tax alternatives to the public. He notes the VMT as one alternative, although
one that is subject to the privacy concerns that I also noted. He then identifies congestion pricing, a fee
for entering city centers during peak times, as a strategy that works fairly
well and becomes more acceptable to the public as they begin to understand it.
Also, a
co-founder of a Sonoma County organization dedicated to the improved
maintenance of rural roads contacted me to schedule a time to discuss the
vehicle mileage tax. He provided a link
to a Wall Street Journal article
about the flaws in the gasoline tax as currently instituted. The article does a comprehensive job of
reviewing the alternatives, such as an inflation-indexed gasoline tax, a VMT,
toll roads, and increased vehicle registration fees, perhaps including a federal
registration fee.
Sonoma Marin
Fairgrounds: My blog post about the future of the Sonoma Marin Fairgrounds elicited
more response than almost any other post I’ve written. I had long, thoughtful email exchanges with people
who had personal interests in the fairgrounds.
And the president of the Fair Board invited me to lunch. He and I shared a commitment to the future of
Petaluma and a perspective on how communities could prosper in the future. We disagreed on the some aspects of how the
fairgrounds might evolve, but we found a basis for good conversations which I
hope will continue.
Diners: I’ve
written in the past about favorite urban diners in the North Bay, including the
Butter Cream Bakery and Diner in Napa and Bab’s Delta Diner in Suisun City. The recent holiday season offered
opportunities to revisit both. After my earlier
visits, I was fond of both. After my
later visits, I was in love with both.
The food at
Butter Cream remains solidly competent.
Perhaps not trendy or cutting edge, but good hearty diner fare. I’d enjoy the diner for the food alone. And the bakery aroma of warm sugariness is
compelling on chilly mornings. But the
real star at Butter Cream is the sense of history and community.
When I
visited in early December, I ate at the counter next to two couples who were
enjoying breakfast before heading to San Francisco for a day of shopping and theatre. It seemed to be an annual holiday outing,
which all had been eagerly awaiting. And
having Butter Cream as the established starting point for their day says much
about their long-term affection for diner.
When I
returned to Butter Cream in early January, I had to step aside to allow a
multi-generation family to work their way toward the front door. Between the grandmother using a walker, a
babe in arms, and the waitress bidding them personal farewells, it said much
about the role of Butter Cream in the family and in the community. Even if the food wasn’t as good, I’d return
to Butter Cream to watch scenes like these.
Despite the
fine experiences at Butter Cream, my favorite diner breakfast of the holidays
was at Bab’s Delta Diner. When I wrote
before about the diner, I noted the high energy of the waitstaff. During that visit, the staff was engaged in
end-of-shift hijinks that I enjoyed watching, although I feared that others
might not be as tolerant.
My December
visit was in the middle of the shift, with a line of folks out the front door
awaiting tables. The high energy of the
waitstaff was again evident, but this time the focus was on serving the
customers. There was still kidding among
the youthful waiters, but it was all focused on good service.
A story illustrates
the level of service. I was in the final
days of a cold, the time when hot tea with honey tastes particular good. But I forgot to ask for honey when I ordered
my tea. Moments later, I softly opined
to my companion that I should have asked for the honey, but that the place was
busy and I wouldn’t inconvenience the staff.
At that moment,
our eighteen-year-old waiter had his back to us and was entering our order into
a computer perhaps eight feet from our table.
When he brought our breakfast, he also brought honey, noting that he’d
heard me ask about it. Which makes two
points. One, my sotto voce isn’t very
sotto. Two, he was a great waiter
because he could have easily pretended that he hadn’t heard me. We tipped well.
But even
better than the service was the food. I
ordered the seafood omelet. I know that
ordering a seafood omelet in Suisun City in December smacks of
foolhardiness. And the omelet filling
was mostly surimi with a few tiny shrimp.
But with the smooth texture of well-melted Swiss cheese, it was an
excellent omelet. And Bab’s offers fried
rice as an alternative to breakfast potatoes.
That omelet paired beautifully with the rice. Six weeks later, my mouth still waters when I
think about that meal. I’ll soon return.
That’s
enough for today. Nope, the file folder
still isn’t empty. I didn’t even come
close. Perhaps I’ll dive in again next week.
As always,
your questions or comments will be appreciated.
Please comment below or email me.
And thanks for reading. - Dave Alden (davealden53@comcast.net)
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