Crossed into Central Time some time on Sunday. I cannot imagine how a state crosses two time zones and the people who live on each side keep it straight. I guess it would be pretty sweet to live in Eastern time and work in Central time. To be at work at 8 you could get up around 8 and be there in plenty of time. Of course, going home you get screwed out of an hour – you leave work at 5 and get home sometime well after 6. Although I guess you could quickly jump across the line and do happy hour from 5 until 7 in EST, then jump across to CST and do happy hour from 6 until 7. Then go home at 8.
Just thinking about it makes me dizzy. I wonder if they sell watches with double sets of color-coded hands so you wouldn’t have to constantly reset things.
Another interesting aspect of my current location along the Redneck Riviera is that I’m now in the Midwest’s Florida. Along the I-95 corridor, when you see out of state plates they’re from the Carolinas, Georgia and Virginia. Out here to the west everyone’s from Alabama, Tennessee, and Kentucky. I’ve seen as many cars from Davidson, Shelby and Knox counties as I saw when I lived in Davidson County, Tennessee. Of course it all makes sense, I-65 goes from Indianapolis, to Louisville, to Nashville, to Birmingham, to Mobile and Mobile is only a little less than an hour to my West. Vacation land for good southern people. Already feels a little like home.