Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

Stan, a couple of hours can make a big difference.

Yes, they certainly can, Ollie.

They certainly can.


Florida’s reputation as “The Sunshine State” was in jeopardy–according to their state legislature.  Two new laws drafted to do something about it.

The first would make Daylight Saving Time a year-round thing.  The second, would put all of Florida in the Eastern Time Zone.

As things are now, Central time changes to Eastern time near Tallahassee, the state capitol.  That would be fine, if there were not another issue at hand.  I reside in a state that borders Florida–all of which is Central time.

This would make Pensacola, which is near where I live, an hour ahead. Not much of an adjustment when going shopping, or out to dine.  However, during winter months, when my state remained on standard time–there would be a two-hour difference.

Imagine catching a Pensacola International flight, allowing two hours for boarding, check-in, then adding the two-hour time difference.  A flight that departed at 10 AM, would mean, a four-hour allowance (not including drive time).

I wondered what Floridians thought about it?  The payoff–more hours of daylight in winter.  The takeaway–commuting, to school and work in the dark.

I didn’t object to the whole state being Eastern time.  It was tinkering with DST that gave me pause.  I’d prefer things to stay as they are.


Daylight Savings Time (Time Piracy)

Once again, clock hands will be turned back one hour this Saturday night.  The insanity of it expressed in a slightly revised post from 2015.  My sentiments haven’t changed.    

Aarrrgh!  Tonight, an hour’s sleep pirated away in the name of DST–it happens every spring.  I don’t like it, but will knuckle under like everybody else.  Why not have a tribute to honor the lost hour; or, at the very least, a poem to honor the occasion.

Everybody is welcome to join in, with silly dance moves and melodies.  I was thinking about “Safety Dance” by Men Without Hats, to get the party started.  A drunken leprechaun dance might also work.  If you know any drunken leprechauns–they’re invited.

“The DST Dance”

It used to be

It’s not anymore

It’s not there

Who cares?

One single hour

That became a bore

Ignored after midnight

Nobody cares

You can dance, you can dance

With a patch over your eye

You can dance, you can dance

Even if you don’t know why

You can dance, you can dance

Dance like you’re out of your mind

You can dance, you can dance

Leave that hour far behind