Random Memorandum™ to the "Pole Aerialists” at Atlanta nightclub “Saints & Spinners": I received an errant Twitternet™ notice that a member of
your acrobatic troupe is “Someone I May Know.” Please alert your online
information steward that the likelihood of any association between the S&S
airborne elite and Yours Truly Dooley® is unlikely. While I am a fan of
aviation — indeed, my late father Aldridge “AJ” Johns was an officer in the
Royal Air Force — I've had no occasion to visit “Hotlanta” and confess to
having no knowledge of this place you call “Chocolate City.” A perusal of your
web offering sheds no light on the matter, either, as I've yet to make the
acquaintance of anyone named Lameka Sparkles, Fiya Starta or Diva Peaches. I do
own a vinyl recording of the group “Peaches ‘n’ Herb,” but don’t imagine
they’re still on the touring circuit. Your fan page dialogue also gives one
pause, as references to "nip slippage" and “cock blockage” are hardly
befitting a uniformed official of my standing. However, I'm not a prude and
don’t doubt that you're a top flight organization whose pole pilots have earned
their stripes for individuality, musicality and transitory sexuality. Your
honorable mention in the Georgia Pole Competition is surely an indication of
that! As to your question of whether I prefer “a round ass or a lean athletic
core,” I would answer doubly in the affirmative. Haha. Alas, I must insist you
remove my name from your news feed, but encourage you to aim high, sweet
chariots of fire! To infinity and beyond!
