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Perdue, state lawmakers kick off new session
Sonny Perdue
Georgia Gov. Sonny Perdue reviews the troops outside the Capitol, Monday, Jan 8, 2007, in Atlanta, during his inauguration ceremonies. Perdue was sworn in Monday for a second term as governor. - photo by Associated Press
ATLANTA — Gov. Sonny Perdue took the helm Monday for a second term as governor, saying he was ‘‘humbled by history’’ and promising to leave Georgia on firm footing for the generations to come.
    ‘‘I am making a solemn pledge and commitment to every Georgian to ensure that the foundation for the future is in place, that it’s rock solid and secure,’’ Perdue said.
    Perdue invoked his children and grandchildren throughout his address which he referred to as a ‘‘State of the Future.’’
    ‘‘I want to hand off a well run state,’’ the governor said. ‘‘One whose principles will endure beyond a change in leadership. One whose children are at the top of their national class. One who is operating with strong conservative fiscal policies and one who is moving forward with momentum.’’
    Perdue and other constitutional officers were sworn in before thousands of spectators at the cavernous Philips arena.
    The governor took the oath of office on a Bible open to a verse from the Book of Joshua.
    ‘‘As for me and my house, we will serve the Lord,’’ Perdue said quoting from the Scripture.
    Cannons from the Georgia National Guard rattled windows of nearby Atlanta office buildings with a 19-gun salute. The choir from Perdue’s own Woodstock Baptist Church sang ‘‘Battle Hymn of the Republic.’’
    Perdue, who made history as Georgia’s first Republican governor since Reconstruction, summoned three of his Democratic predecessors — Carl Sanders, Joe Frank Harris and Zell Miller — to join him briefly at the podium.
    State Sen. Casey Cagle was also sworn in Monday as Georgia’s first Republican lieutenant governor. He choked up as he introduced his family.
    ‘‘Today I reaffirm my commitment to you that I will always give you my best,’’ Cagle told the crowd.
    Perdue began the day at a morning prayer service at Northside United Methodist Church was Perdue’s son, the Rev. Jim Perdue. He exhorted his father to be God’s man.
    ‘‘Dwelling on God’s holy hill is better than dwelling on Capitol Hill any day,’’ the younger Perdue said.
    The pomp and ceremony of the inauguration came on the same day as state lawmakers returned to work under the state Capitol’s gold dome.
    Lawmakers handled mostly legislative housekeeping duties as they returned to work. But the day did have its fireworks. The state Democratic Party filed an ethics complaint on Monday alleging that House Speaker Glenn Richardson had an ‘‘inappropriate’’ relationship with a female lobbyist for Atlanta Gas Light at the same time he co-sponsored a bill financing a $300 million pipeline for the utility.
    Richardson and Senate President pro-tem Eric Johnson were re-elected by their peers — but in dramatically different fashion.
    In the Senate, Johnson was selected in a unanimous vote in which Sen. Robert Brown, leader of the chamber’s minority Democrats, seconded his nomination.
    In the House, Richardson faced a more fractious assembly. He won his second term by a 113-66 vote, earning the support of at least seven Democrats who crossed party lines rather than cast a ballot for their party’s candidate, House Minority Leader DuBose Porter.
    The Senate also reworked its rules in anticipation of Cagle’s swearing-in. During the past four years, Democratic Lt. Gov. Mark Taylor presided over the GOP-controlled chamber, prompting leaders to strip him of many of the office’s traditional duties.
    On Monday, the Senate voted 44-10 to hand those duties — including appointing committee chairmen and deciding which committee handles each piece of legislation — back to Cagle.
    Following his inauguration, Perdue spent about 20 minutes reviewing troops from the Georgia National Guard and Georgia State Patrol before he was to don a tuxedo for the ball at the Georgia World Congress Center, also in downtown Atlanta.
    Twenty-thousand invitations were sent out for the party and swearing in ceremony, with each invitee able to ask for four tickets. Tickets to the ball are $50 apiece.
    Perdue was an unlikely giant slayer at his last inauguration, which marked a turning point in Georgia’s political landscape. Perdue had pulled off a stunning upset of Democrat Roy Barnes and the GOP was in its ascendancy.
    This year, the Republicans have the swagger of a party that is firmly in charge. They now control both chambers of the state Legislature and picked up the vacant lieutenant governor and secretary of state posts in the elections.
    The inaugural is being paid for by private donations. The contributions will be detailed after the event. Perdue raised $1.4 million for his first inaugural bash, when more than 200 contributors donated up to $50,000 each.
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    Associated Press reporters Doug Gross and Greg Bluestein in Atlanta contributed to this report.
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    On the Net:
    Georgia General Assembly: www.legis.ga.gov
    Georgia Inaugural: www.georgia2007.com
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Kathy Bradley - The power of Spring
Kathy Bradley
Kathy Bradley

I planted the crepe myrtle last spring. Actually, I did not plant it. I had it planted by someone who knew what he was doing. It was his suggestion that the tree be planted outside one of the windows where it would eventually provide some relief from the western sun that, in July and August, turns the living room into a reasonable facsimile of a sauna.

My professional picked a spot between the chimney and the bay window in the kitchen –  a little nook, a niche, sheltered corner.  He dug the hole according to the guidelines known by every subscriber to Southern Living (“three times wider than the root ball, but no deeper than the root ball itself”), loosened the roots slightly, and dropped the tree into the hole.  He then patted the soil gently and gave the tree its first bath.

I have failed at a number of horticultural efforts over the years – the camellia, the dogwood, and multiple hydrangeas – but something about the crepe myrtle made me optimistic.  Despite its scrawny limbs, I got the impression that this one, this Lagerstroemia indica, was scrappy.  And the chances that I would forget to water something that I saw every time I passed the window were pretty low.

The crepe myrtle survived the summer heat and almost total neglect as I directed all my attention to the sudden illness that would take my father 37 days after diagnosis.  Withstanding a near-drowning from Tropical Storm Debbie and Hurricane Helene, it limped its way into fall, dropping with a languid sigh the one leaf it had managed to produce.  It trembled in the cold stiff winds of winter and bore up under four inches of unexpected snow.

When green finally begin its creep across the landscape, I kept waiting for the little crepe myrtle to, if not burst into bud, at least gasp its way into producing some evidence of life.  Day after day I stared through the window at a bare tree.  I was disappointed, but not surprised.   Had I really expected this latest attempt at gardening to result in spectacular success?  I rolled my eyes and muttered under my breath something about wasted money and “never again” and I let it go. 

Then just before Easter, I noticed the way the late afternoon light was falling in soft puddles on the wood floor and stopped to watch it shimmer like the surface of a pond beneath a gentle wind.  I took a deep breath and turned to look at what I knew would be a subtle, but still stunning sunset.  And that is when I saw it – the crepe myrtle covered in fat buds and bright green leaves bouncing in the breeze. The tree I had left for dead, the tree I had forsaken was alive.

I stood there with my hands on my hips frustrated with, aggravated at, and provoked with my own self.  This was not the first time I had, in an effort to avoid disappointment, given up on something beautiful.  Not the first time I had feigned disinterest or claimed detachment when I stood on the edge of letdown.  

In fact, I had lived enough moments just like that one to know that if I chose to stand there long enough, take another couple of deep breaths, stare into shimmering light at the horizon for a few more seconds, I would experience the magic that is believing, that is hope, that is resurrection.

And I did.  Thus, is the power of spring.


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