>>>>Hi Alan.
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>>>>>The province of Saskatchewan doesn't use DST and they seem to get along just fine.
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>>>>Actually, I'd like us to move to DST. Here in late August, it's dark by 8:30 pm. I'd rather that it was 9:30 which DST would give us. Also, in early July, it's broad daylight by 4:30 am. Given that our bedroom windows face south, I'd much rather it be 5:30. Finally, it's a PITA having to accommodate everyone being on DST: have to remember that TO is two hours ahead of us now but one hour in the winter and Calgary is the same time as us now but an hour behind in the winter. Flight times change too: a flight that leaves Regina at 7:00 am in the winter leaves at 6:00 in the summer.
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>>>>Doug
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>>>Interesting. That's how the days were in Edmonton, but Edmonton is a fair piece north of Regina. Anyway, it can be just as easily fixed by doing away with DST altogether.
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>>>It wreaks havoc on my system when I'm used to rising at a certain hour, and suddenly I'm up an hour earlier. For my money, it really is pointless.
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>>I'm in Edmonton. Once again it is dark when I get up and dark when I go to bed. Cool and damp today. The leaves are yellow on the maple trees and all over my lawn. What year did you leave Edmonton, Alan?
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>I lived in Edmonton from January 1975 (crazy, huh?) to September 1985. I loved Edmonton, in fact. Nobody is all that in love with -40C, but the summers are incredible. And I just really liked the city itself. I only came back to Toronto due to a lot of prodding and whining by the company I was working for, and because I figured my folks weren't getting any younger. In fact, my dad died in February 1986, so I got back just in time.
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>My dad was really something. After I'd been in Edmonton for 4 years (maybe three, I can't really be sure), I went back to visit, but didn't tell my folks I was coming. I wanted to see the looks on their faces when I showed up at their apartment. Anyway, I knocked on the door and my dad answered. His face gave away nothing. He took one look at me, then turned and called to my mom, "Reva, it's Alan again."


Now, THAT'S !! Funny. I wish I had known him. I was working at CFRN (Oldies 1260) in those years.