Here in Alaska, we’re never on ‘‘real’’ time. A few years ago (maybe 20? 
I think I’m getting old!), our state capitol, Juneau, used Pacific time (like Washington and Oregon, etc.), while the center of the state was 2 hours earlier. Juneau like being on Seattle time, but the majority of the population thought it was annoying to have a 2-hour time difference to our state capitol. A compromise was reached, and we met in the middle. Now most of Alaska is on the same time, although the Aleutians still get their own time zone. The result is that even when we’re on Standard time, our (in the middle of the state) solar noon is 1 pm. Then in the summer we switch to Daylight Savings time, and it’s really double daylight savings time: solar noon is 2 pm.
I think it’s all pretty silly to apply ‘‘Daylight Savings’’ in the far north. Either we have so much daylight that it’s silly to ‘‘save’’ it, or there is so little that you can’t make it stretch. In midsummer, the sun dips below the horizon at about 1 am and then comes back up at about 3 am, but it never goes far enough below the horizon to get darker than a bright twilight. In the winter, the sun peeks up over the horizon, travels along a little while, staying so low that you can’t tell when sunrise merges into sunset, and then sets. Unless you’re working a perfectly timed 3-hour workday, you’re going to be driving to work and home in the dark.
I admit that I like the extra hour in the fall. For a few days, until I adjust, it’s easier to get to sleep at night and easier to get up in the morning. (My dog, on the other hand, is traumatized that his dinner arrives LATE according to his tummy-clock, which runs fast anyway.) It isn’t worth giving up that hour in the spring, though: the pain of losing an hour isn’t balanced by the pleasure of gaining one. I wish we’d stick with one time. I don’t really care what it is, as long as our few precious hours of winter daylight occur during the time I’m awake.