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Saving daylight

October 31, 2012
By Jerry Nelson , Marshall Independent

The time has come once again when we Americans will perch on the edge of our collective seats, waiting with bated breath to hear the answer to an extraordinarily important question: what time is it?

There is also a tiny matter involving some sort of election. But that takes a backseat to the annual conclusion of daylight-saving time. Besides, if you don't know what time it is, you could arrive at your polling place too late to cast a ballot. For example, you know you are extremely late if your plans include voting for Ross Perot.

Pretty much everyone knows the rule "spring forward, fall back" regarding our semiannual chronometer change. Most are also aware that this switch officially takes place at 2 a.m., although very few of us will stay up for the sole purpose of resetting our watches. Among those likely to be awake at that ungodly hour might be parents of very young children, in which case they can change the clocks right after changing the baby.

My understanding is that the railroads are largely responsible for the invention of time zones. Setting the time locally sometimes resulted in two trains attempting to occupy the same space at the same instant. Train wrecks cut into the railroads' profitability and greatly inconvenienced their passengers, especially those who were hoping to get to the polls on time.

So it's easy to understand why we have time zones. The roots of daylight-saving time are a bit murkier.

Legend has it that it all began with Benjamin Franklin. Franklin was a wit, a writer, a patriot, an inventor and a Founding Father, but he was also an inveterate party animal. He was essentially a brainy version of Charlie Sheen.

Anyhow, it's been said that Franklin woke up one day at the crack of noon. With nothing else to do until the pizza guy brought his breakfast at 2, Franklin began to calculate how much it cost him, in the form of candle wax, to host his all-night revelries.

He was aghast at the expense. He became even more mortified when he realized that he didn't have a famous movie star father to foot the bill for him.

Franklin could have cut back on his nocturnal merrymaking, but that's not the American way. He instead proposed that we all change our clocks so that Happy Hour could begin an hour sooner. Everybody was fond of Ben and enjoyed his parties immensely, so his proposal was quickly adopted.

The only thing left to decide was when daylight-saving time should begin and end. When I was a kid, these dates were set in stone and spaced six months apart. That was a simpler time, before Isaac Newton had discovered gravity and invented his delicious fig-based cookie.

Congress eventually concluded that the six- month system was so simple that the average citizen might actually understand how daylight-saving time works. It replaced the six-month arrangement with a complex formula that takes into account the phase of the moon, the conjunction of Saturn and Venus, and whether or not Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow.

When I was a dairy farmer, folks often remarked that it must be challenging to lose an hour of sleep while shifting the cows' milking schedule by that amount during that same night. I made my time adjustment over several days and during the daytime, choosing not to disabuse folks of the notion that the cows and I were losing sleep over the issue.

Our Norwegian bachelor farmer neighbor Martin Rud wasn't the least bit bothered by daylight-saving time. He instead stubbornly chose to completely ignore the semiannual time change.

One summer day Martin and I were working together when I asked him what time it was. He pulled his pocket watch out of the bib of his overalls and showed me its dial. The hands indicated that it was high noon.

"See that?" he said proudly as he pointed to the glowing orb that stood directly overhead. "I go by God's time! None of that daylight saving nonsense for me!"

It pleased me to no end to discover such a deep nonconformist streak in a guy whom I had previously regarded as being so totally stodgy. On the other hand, I was enormously relieved that Martin wasn't in charge of driving trains.

In conclusion, should you wake up one day soon and discover that it's nearly noon and you're still in your pajamas and you are not Hugh Hefner, you know who to blame: Benjamin Franklin.

Or maybe it's all the fault of that stoopnagle Punxsutawney Phil.

 
 

 

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