Daylight saving time, a true love/hate story
I grew up in South Texas. My dad was a cotton/grain farmer and cotton gin/grain elevator owner. He and others who worked long hours out-of-doors loved daylight saving time (DST). During the summer harvest season, the sun shone well past 9. As a kid, I loved it, as well. It meant I did not have to “clean up” and go to bed, and I could stay dirty and happy much longer. As an adult, the same h...