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" This past weekend, everyone in our country  fell backwards, setting their clocks back an hour and in doing so plunge their evenings into darkness that much faster. Well, everyone except Arizona and Hawaii that is, who have decided not to participate in the ritualistic time change. And that&amp;#039;s okay, since one is on island time and one is too focused on getting anti-immigrant drones to notice the time anyway.  Daylight savings time wasn&amp;#039;t formally implemented - it&amp;#039;s actually a federal law - until World War I, when warring nations set clocks back to save on coal. It was then repealed after the war, and brought back again when World War II exploded - and that time it stuck around. As of today, more than 70 countries practice the art of rolling back time, mostly in the name of conserving electricity, which it may or may not actually do. Now, Allison Schrager, a writer over at The Atlantic&amp;#039;s Quartz, is proposing we do away not only with DST, but a couple of our nation&amp;#039;s time zones as well, leaving us with just two: Western and Eastern. Her concept is not without merit, but also made us think about something else. What about those poor bastards stuck on the edge of the zone? Whether you have two, four, or 300, as Scharger&amp;#039;s story asserts we did back in the mid-1800s, someone is going to be left straddling the divide, forced to engage in time travel to get a pizza from across town. This was the case in tiny College Corner, which sits astride the Ohio-Indiana border, and where, up until a few years ago, you could run down the elementary school&amp;#039;s halls and literally travel forward or backward in the time space continuum. While the town has since switched over to all-Eastern, they aren&amp;#039;t the only ones who&amp;#039;ve felt the woe of living in a state of near-constant future / past flux. &amp;quot;With the time change coming up, it kind of highlights how much I hate the idea of time change,&amp;quot; says Rob Pomper, gregarious publisher and editor of the aptly-dubbed State Line Tribune in Farwell, Texas, which lays along the New Mexico border and thus the government-mandated-magic wormhole of Central and Mountain time. It&amp;#039;s an invisible line that is, at times, fraught with hassle. &amp;quot;In my newspaper, every single time that is listed has to be followed by Central or Mountain time. It doesn&amp;#039;t sound like much, but is something you have to give people a head&amp;#039;s up on.&amp;quot; His laugh is big and tinged with light-hearted cynicism. &amp;quot;You leave that out once, you will hear about it from all parties concerned.&amp;quot; Potential missed connections are just the tip of the iceberg. Even silicon-based almost life form know-it-all Siri has her issues with the hour-spanning no-mans-land. &amp;quot;The towers for our phones are all in New Mexico,&amp;quot; Pomper dryly notes. &amp;quot;So I turn off the auto update on my iPhone, because if I&amp;#039;m in Farwell, but it&amp;#039;s getting the tower on a mountaintop in New Mexico, my phone is auto-updated to an hour off.&amp;quot; Not that living an hour ahead of yourself, or behind, depending on your perspective, isn&amp;#039;t without its benefits. &amp;quot;It helps a ton,&amp;quot; he admits when asked if the neighboring time differential ever plays to his advantage. &amp;quot;If you think you&amp;#039;re running late, and you rush over there, only to be an hour early, it&amp;#039;s a fantastic feeling. Sure beats the alternative.&amp;quot; Through it all, Pomper is optimistically stoic. This is the world he, like many, has come to accept. Not that, sans-relocation, he has much of a choice, though there are those who buck the system, such as scenically arid West Wendover, Nevada, home to, well, not a whole hell of a lot except the requisite casino. This Utah border town petitioned the U.S. Department of Transportation (why they are the authority in this arena we have no idea)to adopt Utah&amp;#039;s Mountain Time, and won, due to the large amount of cross-border travellers that flock to their casino, making it the only 7.5 square miles of Nevada that isn&amp;#039;t in the Pacific time zone. &amp;quot;There&amp;#039;s a part of me that just wishes we had one world time.&amp;quot; Pomper mused at the end of our conversation, &amp;quot;You could just say, &amp;#039;you&amp;#039;re on the other side of the world? Well you must be on the other side of the clock over there.&amp;#039;&amp;quot; We don&amp;#039;t know about that, but it does seem like maybe it&amp;#039;s time for a change for time change. Hell, looks like it could even kill you. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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