Happy New Year's! I am just getting back into the swing of things, after 10 days without a power cord for my laptop. Hell on Earth, I tell you...I feel like I took a trip to Easter Island, or some other primitive place. NO THANKS TO YOU, BEST BUY!

Speaking of people riled up at corporations, I promised the folks of the Ghost Riders band that I would spread the word of how disgustingly they were treated by UNITED AIRLINES! The airline would not allow these world-famous Southern rockers to take their guitars on the plane to a gig in Maryland! HELLO, United? I mean, I have BEEN to the field in Pennsylania where United Flight 93 went down. Y'all have other things to filter out -- like Middle Eastern terrorists, dog! I mean, COME ON!

So, the band borrowed instruments from the local garage band that opened for them. George McCorkle flew in from Nashville, so he had his own axe with him.

We had a grand ol', low key New Year's. George and I called Bruce Wall to wish him happy New Year right around midnight. He hadn't been feeling well, so he was at home. There's a BAD bug goin' 'round... The Colonel and Valarie have been feeling pretty green, as well.

In one month, we will be posting the next issue of http://www.southernfriedmagazine.com , so everybody better get better!

Let's roll,

Tamar