It is that time again, when we set our clocks ahead 1 hour at 1 am (Sunday, March 8, 2020), or if you are one of those difficult people with an iphone – your phone does it for you and you are none the wiser.
I spent 8 years in Flagstaff, Arizona, arriving in 1997. Those years were filled with long mountain vistas, monsoon rains for Labor Day and – Perpetual Standard Time. No one has to worry about setting their clocks up or down or sideways (of course, that’s not true on the Navajo reservation which spans Arizona and New Mexico, but I am not responsible for that!).
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