The following column ran in The Times Herald on March 8, before coronavirus put us on all lockdown and matter that now seem more trivial were more in the mainstream:
By GORDON GLANTZ
GORDONVILLE — It doesn’t take much to move me to tears, and I’m not ashamed to admit it.
Tears of sadness. Tears of joy. Tears from a harsh March wind blowing so fierce in my face that they can’t be avoided.
Since getting a new used car last January, I have been able to cry tears of relief when we fall back and spring forward on the clock.
My new used car, which is a 2018 Ford Edge, came equipped with all the computerized bells and whistles. It’s so easy to change the time that, yeah, it makes me want to cry. I almost want to reset it and do it all over again.
While that makes today’s spring back drill easier to take, I’m not off the hook.
While the time automatically changes on our computers and phones, I still have to go from clock to clock around the house and reset them all.
Then there’s my wife’s near-antique car, a Honda that historians believe was used to transport troops to the front in the War of 1812. It requires a degree in nuclear physics to figure out.
Then, when we visit my mother at her assisted living place, it gets to the point that the best option for trying to figure out changing the time on a cheap clock radio is to just go get a new one.
Turns out, that this source of tears and frustration is needless.
I’m talking on the A-List scale of needlessness – with the likes of the Iowa caucuses, hockey shootouts, chop sticks, the running of the bulls, overusing the word “very” and playing games at carnivals that are impossible to win.
When we fall back, we gain an hour of sleep but lose an hour of daylight for months. We lose the hour of sleep by springing forward, but the days are longer.
You really need to be in another part of the country, in another time zone, to completely understand the extremes of it all.
A few summers back, we were in South Dakota, enjoying the indoor pool of a hotel with the worst excuse for a continental breakfast ever (Fig Newtons instead of donuts and no decaf coffee). The sun was still up at 10 p.m. Sounds cool, but the only view was of a trailer park across the street in a town where the hot place to eat was a Dairy Queen.
Really no need, in that time zone, for the sun to catch you crying.
It is more than some annoyance that costs me my beauty sleep in the spring and makes me take out the trash and walk Rex in the dark in the fall and winter.
This raises the deeper question: Why do we do this drill, Daylight Saving/Savings Time (DST) as if we were marching around like zombies at a military academy?
Turns out, falling back and springing forward are acts – like the creation of the electoral college – that have far outlived their usefulness.
While the concept dates back eons, and Benjamin Franklin pontificated about it as a way to preserve candle light, DST first became a “thing” in America during World War I to conserve coal.
That made sense at the time, but my history books seem to indicate that World War I ended more than a century ago.
While your president (not mine) lies to the faces of coal miners to get their votes, we know that industry is pretty much a shadow of its former self.
Repealed after World War I, Franklin Delano Roosevelt put the action back into play during World War II.
Following the war, it was more of a state by state thing until Lyndon B. Johnson, in 1966, set into law that DST should begin the last Sunday in April and end the last Sunday in October.
And so we sit, hearing some vague arguments for the status quo (mostly economic) but others against it (mostly health-related, such at workplace injuries).
According to those who have studied it, it would mean a lot to make a change – certainly a lot more than we think, beyond anguish over remembering how to change clocks and watches that do it on their own, to stop the needless madness of springing back and forward.
They suggest it would reduce headaches – fatal car crashes — especially to pedestrians — and heart attacks.
Consider two studies by the University of Colorado. One found a spike in car accidents the first week after the DST change (with the apparent cause being drivers less sharp with one hour less of sleep).
The other found the heart attack risk spiking 25 percent the following Monday after the “spring forward” but fell to almost normal when the clocks fell back in the Fall.
In this era of partisan politics, this surely sounds like one issue we can all get behind.
And it’s about time.