The Clocks Fall Back Sunday. I Have Questions About the Hour.

1:14. the first one. i stayed for the second.

Sunday at two in the morning the clocks go back to one, and everybody in this basin gets an hour nobody earned. The parish paper says it is one more hour of sleep for most people and one more hour of fishing for the Sheriff. That is accurate reporting, and it is also the problem.

Here is what I want to know. Where does the hour come from?

Every spring we give an hour up. Every fall we get one back. I have kept a notebook since 2007, and I can tell you I have never once in March felt the hour go anywhere in particular. It just goes. Then in November it comes back, and it is a different hour. It is longer. It is quieter. Nobody calls you during it. Have you ever been called at one fifteen on the second one fifteen? Ask around. Nobody has.

I have a theory, and it is about money, because they all are. The hour goes to the power company in March and they keep the interest on it all summer. In November they give it back, a little worn, and charge you for the light you use in it.

DocFenwick says the change is set by federal law, that the hour is not stored anywhere, and that clocks are only clocks. Doc also admitted, when pressed, that Doc's grandmother refused to change hers and simply arrived at Mass an hour early half the year for thirty years.

I will be up for it. I always am. I sit on the porch, I wait for one o'clock to come around a second time, and I write down whatever I hear. Usually it is frogs. Last year it was frogs and somebody's rooster, who was also confused.

Set the stove clock. Nobody ever remembers the stove clock.

I relay. You decide.

In Truth and Terror.
— Beau