Somewhere in the late 90’s my clock radio died and I had to get a new one. I purchased the replacement at Montgomery Wards and I was really excited about it. Although not that attractive, it had an amazing feature: a chip that automatically told the clock to Spring forward or Fall back as the season demanded. It was wonderful and I enjoyed this small luxury. Temporarily.
In 2007, a small but mighty amendment to the Uniform Time Act occurred. We changed the dates when the time changes. We would, from now on, Spring forward on the second Sunday of March instead of on the first Sunday of April and Fall back on the first Sunday in November, rather than on the last Sunday of October.
So now, I have to change the clocks four times a year. On the last Sunday in October, I have to Spring forward the one hour my awesome clock fell back at 2:00 a.m. Then a week later, I make it Fall back again, along with all the other clocks in the house. In the Spring, I reverse the process, falling back on the second Sunday in March, and then making the clock radio Spring forward along with all the other clocks on the house.
I could get a new clock and send this one to the Island of Misfit Toys, but that would mean admitting defeat. And by gum, I’ll not give in that easily.
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