Up until a few minutes ago I had no idea about the price of gas these days.
My daughter and I walked to school this morning because it’s sprinkling. I’m good to go in the rain on my bicycle. But I don’t make her ride in the rain. It’s a teenage hair thing.
Ah, I thought, a blogging opportunity!
But more, it was also an opportunity to talk with my daughter about the price of gas, why I didn’t know what it was, and how things might be different if we taxed it in such a way that 1) we could somewhat control the price fluctuations, and 2) we could pay for a modern, civilized public transportation system.
It occurred to my daughter that with such a system she could go to Kansas City (to shop) anytime she wanted. Just ride her bicycle to the station, hop on the high-speed train, be there in an hour and a half. That’s a reality for many teenagers in Europe.
“I still don’t understand why we think we have the world’s highest standard of living,” I said.