"I had so much fun running up to John saying: `Guess what? I own you!' " Ms. Courts recalled. "He said, `What are you talking about?' I said: `I bought you at the auction. I'm your sponsor for the year.' We had a great time laughing and talking about that."
The Atlanta Ballet is selling sponsorships. A sign of the cultural times - they need to support themselves.
I hereby announce my availability for sponsorship. And, (like NASCAR) I am willing to be labeled for the right amount. Any takers?
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Dancers for Sale
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