TRIP TO LEHIGH COUNTY
On the last weekend in September, LS Kids Tiffany Allen, Biz Albright, and Robin Prescott went with Lou to his father's Christmas tree farm in Slatington, Pennsylvania for a campout.
They made many stops on the way, including Centralia, a town that is perpetually on fire; Lehigh Gorge, where they stood inside a hole on a mountain; and Bedbug Cave, the ruins of an abandoned mattress factory.
That night, they made foil packets over a campfire, but Albright burnt hers. So they later got Burger King, and ate it at the haunted Walnutport Canal while they watched for the ghost.
Tif and Biz took part in the Ooga-Booga ceremony, a secret event that the Kids first discovered in New York in 2004. At that time, Cris Miller, Lou, and Max Brundage went through the ceremony.
The next morning, Lou's old friend Deb from high school came to visit, with her children, and they all talked at the pond. One of Deb's kids was named Biz, as well, bringing two Bizzes together for the first time.
-Tiffany Allen, Assistant
-Biz Albright, Staff
TAYLOR'S BROKEN ARM
On September 11, 2007, new recruit Taylor Wheeland broke her arm in three places. Taylor, youngest LS Kid and younger sister to President MarKel Wheeland, broke her arm testing her sister's skateboard outside their home on Main Street.
Taylor had been spending time at the Heisey Museum, which she has taken to doing after school. She and Lou practiced with an atlatl, an Indian weapon, and then Taylor walked home, to play with MarKel's skateboard. She fell, scraping her arm and breaking it, according to her mother, who works in nursing.
The next day at the museum, Taylor showed up with a cast, proudly displaying her broken arm. Lou, who had spent the day fixing problems on the roof of the museum, commented on the irony that they'd been using a deadly Indian weapon, and Taylor had been hurt afterward, at home. Unrepentant, Taylor expressed a desire to go up on the roof, too.
NEW YORK- Dear Readers,
Life is too important to lose. Every day, somebody loses someone they love to suicide. In the past week, two of my friends committed suicide. They said they need help, or that they were going to do it, but nobody took them seriously. If you think that somebody you know is planning suicide, you need to get them help. Some things you can do are:
1: Trust your feelings.
2: Try to talk to them.
3: Tell them how you feel.
4: Tell a trusted adult.
5: Stay with them until help arrives.
6: Take them seriously.
What you shouldn't do is:
1: Tell them to do it.
2: Argue and give them reasons to live.
3: Leave them alone.
Do whatever you can to help them, even if they fight with you and don't talk to you. Sure, you might have lost their trust, but they're not dead. And that's better than anything. Some people don't take this seriously until it happens. Then it's too late. Don't let your friends go.
RHYME AND REASON
Mmmm....In The Storms
I'm starting to like the lightning.
How angry it gets.
How furious it looks,
But how beautiful.
Just to catch it and hold it in my hands.
The anger and strength I could control.
Mmm, I'm starting to like the storms.
There's beauty in anger.
The JJJ Is:
Assistant Leaders: Tiffany Allen, Debbie Benfield
President: MarKel Wheeland
Vice-President: Meghan Rockey
Secretary: Cris Miller
Staff: Shelby Sander, Kristin Withers, Katie Bottorf, Lacey Richner, Biz Albright, Mike Schedin, Robin Prescott, Ida Yost
Distant Correspondents: MacKenzie Brundage, Regina Spence, Shadow Snow, Chelsey Crouchley, Goth Lizz
Foreign Bureau: Janice Marco
Interestingly, again, my past and my present have come back together. Took the Kids home for a weekend, and got together with an old high school friend. I've been talking to some of the Kids about when I was their age---Kristen especially found it comforting to know I still need to call one of my old teachers periodically. And, out of nowhere, an old friend signed our guestbook this month.
In high school, I had a friend we all called C Squared. This was after the phrase E=mC2....You know, Einstein. Which is what we might as well have called him. He was exceptionally talented at Math, which is how he got the name. He was exceptionally talentedf at a lot of things---The harmonica, which I learned from him, and juggling, which I didn't stand a chance in hell. Funny, entertaining guy.
So, he signed our guestbook. Which is wild---I haven't talked to C Squared for, what, has to be almost ten years now. Last I heard, he was living in Centre County somewhere, and I'd occasionally bump into someone who knew him. Never saw Squared himself; just secondhand reports of people who'd seen him, or claimed to have. It's a little like being childhood friends with Bigfoot.
And then, suddenly, the guestboook. Weirdly, the same month I was acquainting the Kids with my hometown. Suddenly, Squared pops up and signs in: "I know that you're not one for grandiose celebrations, but by my count we met 7,684 days ago, and you can't let something like that go by without a mention." (Told you he was entertaining.)
He didn't leave an e-mail, website, or anything. Which kind of sucks. I'd love to give him a call, get together again. Of the people I went to school with, he's one of the few that I really, genuinely miss.
So, Squared, old pal....If you're reading this, drop me a line, will you? It's been far too long, and I'd love to sit down with you for a long talk, and tell you about a group of Kids....Who are just as wild as we were, once upon a time.
-Has it really been 7,684 days already?