Las Vegas Weekly

Better to freeze from undue exposure than to die of thirst. This from a good Irishman.

So glad to have you back with us! A year ago I had lasik surgery for cataracts. I am an old geezer but the glasses are long forgotten and I see better than I did when I was 30. It is a wonderful thing. And I love your sketch!

I remember fondly the Stepchild of the Arts from the old Gayety Theater in Baltimore back in my army days in the 1960s. Long live the lovely ladies!!

Oh where or where has our favorite columnist gone?

The Stepchild of the Arts has a long and glorious history, rooted in the actual burlesque theatres. I remember watching shows in the old Gayety Burlesque in Baltimore when I was a simple Army private. Dita and groups like the Pussycat Dolls are bringing back those grand old days. It is hopeful that they still find an audience. We look to the young dancers like you to carry on the tradition.

Looks like you have to stay tragically overdressed until the storm clouds roll away. Do you think your club is on the LVPD hit list? Would another venue be more appreciative of your talents? Anyway, keep your top on and your cool....your fans are on your side.

Well, there is always something to be said for leaving something to the imagination.

I am sure you are just as charming and witty with a top on as you are with it off. And you work just as hard. "Tis a pity that it doesn't pay as much.

Of course, being as Irish as Paddy's pig, of course this is my favorite holiday. Unlike the big gift holidays with all the family hassle, all you have to do is find something green to wear and drink beer. Sounds like your ticket was for a petty offense (lower than a misdemeanor). Here in MN the cops are out for Paddy's day, which they rank as the third biggest for tickets, after New Years and Halloween. Stay safe!!!
As far as romance goes, sexual life has always been "The Lack of the Irish." Our vices are talking too much (I can be excused because I once kissed the Blarney Stone) and singing off-key (but I was born on the feast of St. Cecilia, patroness of musicians.) I am off the sauce for Lent but Patrick was such a great saint that when you raise a glass in his name, the substance immediately is transformed to Holy Water. Slainte na Shaol(To your health and happiness) and may you be rollin' in the green the rest of the year.

Your fans are captivated by your turn of phrase and succinct descriptions. Yet, as I read the last 3 months of your column, you have been faced with one setback after another. We all applaud your resolve and ability to come back again, but I fear that sooner or later you are going to think the game isn't worth the candle. And quit. Which would be sad for us, who are fascinated with your accounts of the Stepchild of the Arts. Keep it up as long as you can, Justice, but if it gets too much for you, your loyal readers will surely understand.