On the occasion of The Michigan Daily's 125th anniversary. (And as always, I could probably use a good editor.)
My time at Michigan was built around four years (plus some mentoring) with UAC's Michigan Academic Competitions. So much of my Michigan life, including almost all of my long-term friendships formed at Michigan, came from my days on MAC. Of the three men who stood up in my wedding, one was my brother, one was my friend Geoff, who was a fellow MAC member, and one was my best man, my friend from high school, my college roommate, Dave Wallace. It is through Dave that I first came to understand The Michigan Daily and that which is 420 Maynard St.
To many a Michigan student of my era, and I am sure of eras before and after, The Daily was the thing you grabbed to read before class started and maybe kept around to do the crossword. (OK, I did a lot of Daily crosswords while sitting in the back part of the NatSci auditorium. No one denies this.) But from Dave, I understood it was something more. It was long hours. It was hard work. It was craft. It was dedication. Though I was always told in high school that I had a knack for writing, but it was well and truly agreed that Dave had the gift. Dave wrote in a way that a high school student should not be able to do, but he had a gift. (True story: My mom would read our high school paper and she was always very complimentary of my writing, she would tell me how exceptional Dave's latest column or article was.) So I would always look for what Dave wrote in The Daily and I would appreciate that the he was surrounded by some other exceptional writers, and that they were all writing for this student paper that we could pick up for free in the stairwell of the MLB.
(My only contribution to The Daily when I was a student was helping Dave name his column when he earned one in his junior/senior year. We threw around a lot of names before landing on "Exile on Maynard Street", which was a wonderful combination of pun, nod to the Daily, and Rolling Stones reference.)
Like many things from college, you move away from things as you leave college, but around the same time that Twitter burst into prominence around 2009-10, I started following some of the Daily sports writers. They were insightful, they were funny, and they were always willing to listen and interplay on topics. Just like watching college players move through their careers and grow and mature, I got to see and read these articles, which were so polished, so concise, so clean, giving a perspective on Michigan athletics that doesn't always get picked up by a local beat writer (I would argue that not only did The Daily fill the void after the Ann Arbor News stopped publishing a printed daily paper, they became a wonderful complimentary piece to MLive.)
So when, due to some very complicated issues, the high school I teach at stopped having a newspaper, it disappointed me because I wanted to send some of my kids to write for the Daily. But, just as not having a journalism major hasn't stopped the Daily from turning our great journalists, not having a newspaper wasn't going to stop me from trying to connect my future Wolverines with The Daily. It thrills me to no end that four of my former students are currently writers for The Daily and that through them, I get a vicarious view into the wonderful world of 420 Maynard Street as it is in 2015. I am thrilled to see these college kids become even more than they were when they first showed up for a Daily mass meeting as freshmen. Some of them have and will go on to great journalism careers, like so many of their predecessors. Others maybe will not pursue journalism, but will treasure their time at The Daily just as others treasure their time in college on the stage, or in a club sport, even if it is a part of their past without being their future. The knowledge that you were a part of something larger than yourself, and you're connected to the past and the present and the future of something that has been around for a 125 years, well, that's kind of amazing.
So to you, The Daily, the kids who give us something great to read every day, five days a week, a bunch of weeks of the year, thank you. Wherever the road leads you in the future, we appreciate the moments you had when you were exiled on Maynard Street.