With all apologies to my Georgian readers, can I scream for a minute or two about Georgia? Thank you.

I'm not sure what it is exactly, but it seems to me that no one in the service industry in Georgia has any sense of urgency. I dealt with this time and time again when I lived there. Need a plumber? Well, maybe we can get somebody out there the day after tomorrow. Need your car fixed? Well, we can try to work you in on Thursday but, gosh, we're awful busy. Yes, I know. I'm now a New Yorker. We're an impatient lot. However, it's more than I can bear.

Why, you ask, am I screaming this time? Well, the wheelchair place that I deal with is in Georgia. They're great people. I really like them. However, they told me today that the parts for my chair are coming from California so I should have them by next Thursday. Hello? I'm on three wheels here. Let's make it happen a bit faster than that. They seemed literally shocked when I told them it was unacceptable. They're going to "see what they can do." Unbelievable.

Here's hoping I'm repaired by Sunday in time to see Billy Bragg, let ALONE in time to see Elvis on Tuesday and Wednesday!