One day a few years ago, I was in the newsroom at the Ukiah Daily Journal in Ukiah, Calif., when I found out Daylight Saving Time would soon be upon us. I loudly complained about this fact.
My friend and fellow reporter, Zack, began laughing from behind his desk. He was also from Indiana. He understood. He said only someone from Indiana even has an opinion about DST. And he was right.
For the first 23 years of my life, I lived in a state that did not bend to the whims of the rest of the country. Starting in 1970, Indiana remained defiant for three dozen years. That we joined most of Arizona (with the exception of the Navajo Nation), Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, Hawaii, Puerto Rico, American Samoa, Guam, Northern Mariana Islands and the U.S. Virgin Islands in refusing to change our clocks made me proud to be a native Hoosier.
Besides the convenience of having the same time all year, it made sense for a state like Indiana to resist such a change. Indiana also has a large agrarian economy. Farming is dictated by things like the sun; not arbitrary, man-made constructions like time. The Earth does not spin on its axis at our whim. Those closest to the Earth understand this.
Changing time is arrogant to begin with. It’s arbitrary. Time itself is a feeble human construction, but DST, which ends Sunday, is about as ham-fisted as it gets. Nature continues its course regardless of what time we say it is or isn’t. If we actually were trying to be correct in reference to the ever-changing course of the planet’s trek around the sun, we’d change the time every day, every hour, every minute, every second. This is, in fact, what occurred in every locality until the late 19th century.