Issue #98
Series 2
February 2008

The following takes place between January first, and January tenth.
On January 3rd, 2008, the LS Kids celebrated eight years of being a part of the anti-abuse group known as Lost Solace. Before becoming the Lost Solace Kids, they had served under another organization as the junior version of that group, doing much of the same things they do now: putting out a newsletter, the Just Juniors Journal, and participating in various volunteer projects to benefit the community. Then Lou, LSK's leader, decided to defect from that group. He contacted Claymore, former leader of Lost Solace, and the two decided to form the Lost Solace Kids.
"It was a good decision, and I knew it," states Lou. "When I decided to leave the previous group and form my own, the leader of that group told me I wouldn't last a year. It's been eight now, and we're still here, still going strong. Most of the Kids that came with me to the new group have grown up and left now, but there are still a few who remember when LSK was a new thing."
The formation of the Lost Solace Kids occurred when other things in Lou's life were changing as well. He made the decision to start his own group on Christmas Eve in 2000. Then he moved, and the first official meeting of LSK, held on January 3rd of that year, took place in his new home on Bald Eagle Street in Lock Haven, which he has since left.
"I missed the old group a little at first," he says. "But suddenly I could make my own decisions, and the Kids and I were able to do a lot more than we could do before."
Happy Anniversary, LSK.
-Tiffany Allen


The following takes place between January eleventh, and January twentieth.
January 13, 2008. It had been a long day at the armory. I had been doing something that I can’t quite remember but I know it had been difficult because I remembered my frustration. Final formation was being called and I was quite happy for it; we were all happy for it. A lot of people had a long way to travel and the fact that they called formation early was a relief.
Once the safety briefing was done and over with and all of the platoon leaders said what needed to be said (of course, my platoon leader says much more than the others for some reason), we were free. I immediately went to get my things and wait for my ride. My ride was of course, Lou and Michelle and they didn’t know they were to be my ride until that morning.
I waited for quite a bit, wondering if I had given Lou the right directions. I have a habit of giving terrible directions and that morning had been no different. A few minutes later someone came in telling me that a van was waiting outside for me. So I picked up my stuff and ran outside. Yes, the van was there...but it was outside the gate. I sighed and rolled my eyes before heading towards the van and piling my crap in there. We took off and it was off to Friendly’s we went.
-Biz Albright

The following takes place between January twenty-first, and January thirtieth.
On Monday, January 21st, volunteers Ericka Conklin, Rachel Mazza, Bobby Smith, and Kristen Withers took some time out of their vacation day and explored the attic of the Heisey museum.
“We spent the day cataloging and organizing artifacts,” said Lou.
The volunteers found many interesting items stashed away on the shelves, including Victorian fans, war medals and uniforms, top hats and Native American arrowheads. There was also a Victorian picture album in a box. It had knobs on the front that allowed it to slide back and forth, making it a very unique item.
“One of the pictures in the album might be a smaller version of one we have downstairs,” Lou said.
While the volunteers completed cataloging the main room of the attic, there are still several other rooms packed with artifacts to sort. The volunteers are particularly excited about the room containing boxes, floor to ceiling, of clothing.
“I’m really excited to be able to have the chance to catalogue the items, it's really great,” said Ericka Conklin, one of the volunteers. “The next snow day or day off that we have, I am defiantly going to be at the museum. The clothing room will be really awesome!”
Lou, who was not thrilled to tackle the project alone, is grateful for the help.
“I’m glad I have the kids to help me with this task. It is a lot more enjoyable with them around.”
-Rachel Mazza


The following doesn't really take place at all. It's the Feature section, for God's sake.
Flat Line
Laying on this bed.
My world lay spinning.
The line of sleep
is quickly thinning.

My eyes slowly
begin to close.
Will sleep overcome,
Not even I know.

Falling slowly
to an endless sleep.
Lost to a sound
Of a flatline's beep.
-Regina Spence
-DCS Bureau

The JJJ Is:
Leader: Lou
Assistant Leaders: Tiffany Allen, Debbie Benfield
LS Core Team: Cris Schedin, Meghan Rockey, Mike Schedin
President: Biz Albright
Vice-President: Rachel Mazza
Secretary: Ericka Conklin
Quarter master: Kristen Withers
Staff: Shelby Sander, MarKel Wheeland, Lacey Richner, Katie Bottorf, Bobby Smith, Taylor Wheeland, Robin Prescott, Ida Yost
Distant Correspondents: Shadow Snow, MacKenzie Brundage, Regina Spence, Chelsey Crouchley, Goth Lizz
Foreign Bureau: Janice Marco

I know the question all of you are asking: Will the recent writers' strike have any effect on the JJJ?
The answer is: Absulutlee not. You can expekt the same kwalitee work you have always got frum this noosleter.
Well, now that we've got that out of the way, I wanted to say a few words about the strike itself. Like most of America, I followed news of the strike, mainly in TV Guide. But I did manage to pick up an occasional newspaper and get my story without pictures.
The writers were stirking out of concerns that they weren't getting enough money, due to TV shows and movie being made available on the internet. Now that the writers' strike has died down, there is discussion of an actors' strike, as well.
I hope that most of America is joining me in saying: Give me a friggin' break.
I have a hard time feeling bad about anyone in Hollywood not having enough money. Let's face it, if you're writing, directing, or acting for Hollywood, you're not exactly concerned with eating Ramen the fifth night running.
The cast of Friends, when it was on, made one million dollars. Each. Per episode.
I make ten dollars an hour.
Is it any surprise I'm feeling less than sympathetic?
I'm not saying that I don't enjoy the work. I like sitting down to a good TV show. (And Tina Fey, if you happen to read this, please call.) But much of this country, like myself, is choosing between cable TV and their next tank of gas. What right do the actors have to complain? If they are that unsatisfied with their pay, well, I hear the Dollar Store is hiring. They can use me as a reference. ("Sandra Oh? Sure, I think she'd be a good employee....")
I'm constantly making sure Biz turns off the lights, to lower the electric bill. Tif had her cable shut off, to cut down on her bills each month. Plenty of the Kids live in households where they have to wait until payday for groceries.
I'd like to see all the Hollywood money go to the people who truly deserve it---The ones who make a difference in our society. The teachers, the cops, the firemen. Maybe use the money to hire some decent social workers for a change---But that's another column. After all, doesn't a good teacher make more of a difference than a whole season of Lost?
I suggest that the actors suck it up and learn to accept their paltry millions. And if they can't do it, then I propse another strike---A viewers' strike. Let's turn off the damn TVs, and put the actors out of work. Then maybe, when they have to live like the rest of us, they'll get the idea that they didn't have it so bad, after all.
-I'm not an actor, but I play one on TV