“Only a paleface would think he could make a blanket longer by cutting a foot off the bottom and sewing it on the top.” This quote appears every year at the start of Daylight Saving Time. It’s attributed to an “old Indian chief”. It should really be attributed to an annoyed white man, who dislikes having to go around the house setting all the clocks ahead an hour. Everyone dislikes losing an hour of sleep. There is less complaining about returning to Standard Time when we get our lost hour back. Farmers are blamed for DST but farmers say it wasn’t us. We don’t care what time the sun comes up. It was just getting to be light around six a.m. before DST went into effect. We lost that early light and I started setting my alarm to seven. Over the past two weeks I’ve worked my way back to my usual six a.m. The extra hour of daylight in the evening is fine, but I’ve been mildly disoriented by this one hour jet lag. The logic...
*Originally published February 20, 2020 “Are you stuck again?” the young neighbor man joked when I called him Monday evening, because I had called him last Thursday morning for just that very reason when Chairman Joe and I found ourselves unexpectedly stationary in a ditch bank. This neighbor has some big pickups and tractors, and has offered his help in the past, should I have issues. That morning, we were in Joe's car on 210th Avenue NE, and its intersection with 450th Street NE, in Marshall County, Minnesota, known to locals and county highway engineers as Marshall County Highway 48, three miles west of Honker Flats Greenhouse, which is, as a landmark, approximately 13 miles, west southwest, where the neighbor I called lives, as I do myself, a mile north of him. "Hello neighbor!" the neighbor had said cheerfully, on Monday, after reading the caller ID on his phone. ...