Wandering around inside Grand Central station late on Saturday night, I noticed that the place is loaded with clocks. I might have noticed this before, but it's hard to pay close attention in swarming crowds. When it's late, the terminal is (relatively) empty. The peace and quiet is wonderful. And you can see things. Like clocks.
I'm sure I did not capture every clock in Grand Central.
As you can see, they run on time.
Which makes me wonder.
Who's got the job of going around and setting all the clocks forward one hour for Daylight Savings Time?
Nothing so romantic. It's just an automatic "master clock."