Get more time - borrow from future

"Time is on my side, yes it is."

- Mick Jagger

Back home, the town doctor lived across the street from the church. Nice house. Brick. And all of about 60 yards from the church's front door.

Now, you would think that the doctor would be early to the sanctuary every Sunday morning - at least among the first to arrive.

But he wasn't.

He and his wife were almost always last. Someone once joked that it was as if they appreciated the honor of everyone standing for the opening hymn when they made their arrival.

I bring this up because I think few of us effectively manage our time. Given an advantage, we usually squander it.

Most of us know this from work. Call a regional meeting, and it's often the folks who live farthest away who get there earliest.

Closest? Lastest.

Which brings me to daylight-saving time. I think it's silly. I think it's flawed. I don't think we use it the way we should. Most people sleep away their extra 60 minutes each fall.

Waste. Waste. Waste.

Personally, I think we could improve daylight-saving time very simply by not giving the hours back.

I suggest we give ourselves an extra hour several times a year. None of this "gain-an-hour, lose-an-hour" stuff.

It will be like our federal budget.

We just keep borrowing the future from our children and grandchildren, who will avoid disaster by doing the same to their children and grandchildren.

Reconciling the calendar will be pretty easy, too - we just cancel leap year's extra day every four years.

That's 24 hours of available time right there.

I'm sure there's a complicated reason why we don't do this already, but smart people can find a solution.

Under my plan, they'll even have extra time to think about it.

TODAY'S JOKE: The new CEO walked up to the guy leaning against the wall and asked, "How much money do you make a week?"

A little surprised, the young fellow looked at him and replied, "I make $300 a week. Why?"

The CEO then handed the guy $1,200 in cash and screamed, "Here's four weeks' pay, now GET OUT and don't come back."

Feeling pretty good about himself, the CEO looked around the room and asked, "Does anyone want to tell me what that goof-off did here?"

From across the room came a voice, "Pizza delivery guy."

Reach Bill Kirby at (706) 823-3344 or bill.kirby@augustachronicle.com.