A quick but deserved and timely rant. This biannual time switch thing has gotta go, one way or the other. It’s either sunny side up or over easy, spoken like a former breakfast cook (Noller’s in Beach Haven and Ray’s Diner in Ship Bottom).

If need be, let the people choose – or, less democratically, get a decisive decision from that EO-ist fellow with the funky hair and off-color tans.

I favor neither daylight or standard; just kill the status quo – or maybe go fully freaky by having the two times change places every other week. “It’s Friday standard time.”

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