Locals describe Mackinac Island as "taking a step back in time."

They're right. Although I've loved my 6+ weeks here so far, this place isn't exactly East Lansing or metro-Detroit. There's nowhere to go to on Tuesdays to pick up the latest CD or DVD, the nearest movie theater is in Mackinaw City (in the Lower Peninsula), there is no hockey rink for me to skate at, and of course there's the obvious absence of automobiles. I couldn't stand living here year-round, but living here for the summer has been a nice change of pace. Gone is the hectic grind of homework, class, and work and welcome to Island Time - where everything starts late, and a general aura of relaxation exists. In my free time up here, I've ridden horses, biked and explored around the Island, bar-hopped, done some reading, and I've been toying with the Windows Movie Player. I also plan to do some ghost hunting before I'm done here.

One of the things I like the most about interning here is the lack of supervision from superior authority. Here in the newsroom on the Island, we have three staff writers in the newsroom. No editor, no supervisor, nobody looking over our shoulders all day and telling us what to do. I love that. The editor and owner of the paper spends all his time at the other paper he owns (the Town Crier's sister paper) across the pond in St. Ignace. Now you might be asking yourself "Well then how in the heck are you learning anything without an editor there?" Well, I've learned more just going out and doing things and reading other people's work than I have from a person. If that still doesn't satisfy your question, then rest assured we do have weekly meetings with him where we go over everything. You can't beat that.