Indiana is daylight-savings-time challenged.
We've lived here since 1975, and this is the first year that Hoosiers have deigned to observe this energy-saving, evening-extending time shift.
The arguments against it have stunned me for over 30 years. It became a badge of honor for the state to totally ignore the time habits of the rest of the country (Arizona and Hawaii excepted).
It was the classic anti-lemmings argument: Just because everyone else is doing it, why should we?
And every year I would think: Do these people live in holes and never, ever interact with anyone who doesn't live in their county?
(And the answer to that is often: yes.)
Because as much as the anti-DST crowd bragged about how easy it was on Hoosiers NOT to have to change any and all of their clocks in spring and fall, they did not seem to notice the havoc it wreaked on their TV schedules! Because every year, when the rest of the country would change their time, and the TV stations following suit, all of a sudden the national news was on an hour sooner (or later), the prime time shows began an hour sooner (or later), and the news then came on an hour sooner (or later).
A couple years ago, the local stations discovered massive TiVo-ing, and all our TV during DST months became time-delayed. Even American Idol. Which meant that just about the time the finalists were singing their last songs, I could hop online and find out who won. Because reality is best experienced in real time.
The TV created a little blip in my evening viewing habits, but the real pain in the ass was at work--because we work with people all around the country (even, sometimes, the world). Regularly. And when trying to plan any out-of-Indiana meeting or conference call, it became a who's on first conversation of: What time is it there? Are you two hours or three hours behind us? Or ahead? Oh it's two hours now and three hours in the fall. Or the other way around. Imagine what it did to people trying to plan delivery schedules, or airline flights!
And it drove our families nuts--because they live in Ohio. And part of the year we would be on the same time, and part of the year, an hour behind. And no one could ever remember this, and if it was the hour ahead or hour behind, and so your phone would ring at weird times with people just want to say HI! Or, we would need to call them, and forget, and about 10 p.m. our time remember, and have to think: No, they are in bed now. Wait until tomorrow.
Well, one Republican governor and a hell of a cat fight in the state legislature later, the mountain came to Mohamed, and my impossible dream of Indiana finally coming into real time came true.
Our families are no longer confused (about this, anyway), our packages and flights are all straight, and it's a piece of cake scheduling concalls at work.
One thing. Just one. I miss that sunshine at 6:30 a.m. But not enough to fall back to non-observance.
Time to go. What time is it where you're at?