Goodbye Zell

Senator Zell Miller gave a farewell address on the floor of the Senate yesterday, and he again paid tribute to the man whose death put him in the senate, Paul Coverdell. He said he hoped Coverdell would be proud of the way he stepped in and tried to fill Coverdell's shoes. Miller's praises were sung by four Republican Senators: Sen. Saxby Chambliss of Georgia, Sen. Mitch McConnell of Kentucky, Sen. Jeff Sessions from Alabama, and Sen. Conrad Burns of Montana. Showing their usual amount of class, Senate Democrats refused to even acknowledge Miller's presence.

Here are the entire comments, courtesy of Senator Miller's web site.

Mr. President. I have listened with a grateful heart the generous words of my colleagues, the Senators from Kentucky and Alabama, and earlier this morning the Senator from Georgia.

And I will remember and cherish those words as long as I am on this earth. I thank each of them for their friendship. I see my good friend from Montana on the floor. I thank him, a fellow Marine, for his friendship. This means more to me than I have words to express.

I did not come to this Senate expecting events to unfold quite like they have. I guess I'm living proof that politics is not an exact science.

In Shakespeare's Hamlet, his friend Laertes is going off to college and his father Polonius is giving him some usual advice that you give when your sons go off to college.

After all the words of caution that I hope fathers still give their sons, Polonius ended with these words,

"This above all: to thine own self be true, And it must follow, as the night the day, thou cans't not be false with any man." I've always believed that and I've tried to live that.

I have had a most blessed life - personal and political. Since 1959 voters in Georgia have been putting me in one office or another. And I am deeply grateful to them.

God has richly blessed my personal life - my wife, Shirley, has been the perfect partner for over 50 years. She has been my companion, my critic, my crutch. We have two wonderful sons, Murphy and Matthew, and our daughters-in-law, and our grandchildren and our great grandchildren. We are very, very blessed.

If he had lived, Paul Coverdell would be ending his second six year term. As I told some of my colleagues last night, not a day has gone by since I've been here that I have not thought of this good man who left us so suddenly and so tragically.

My most fervent hope during these four and a half years has been that Paul would be pleased with the way that I have served and finished out his term.

I know that Paul is pleased - as I am - that our mutual friend Johnny Isakson, one of the finest public servants I've ever known, will soon be our successor in this great body.

I also want to say what an honor it has been to serve the last two years with my colleague from Georgia Senator Saxby Chambliss.

So now, as this page turns on the final chapter of my career as a public servant, I cannot help but remember how it was in that first chapter of my life.

Growing up in a remote Appalachian valley we lived in a house made of rocks my mother gathered from a nearby creek with only an open fire place for heat, no indoor plumbing, no car, no phone, no father.

On summer nights before the TVA dammed up the Hiawassee River and brought electricity to that Appalachian valley, after the moon had come up over the mountain and the lighting bugs were blinking, while the frogs croaked down at the creek, and the katydids sang, and every once in a while a whippoorwill's lonesome cry could be heard.

I remember after my mother had finally quit working and was getting us quiet and ready to go to bed, I remember we'd play a game.

The game would start when the headlights of that rare car would penetrate the darkness, maybe once every half-hour or so, on that narrow strip of asphalt across a big ditch in front of our house.

We'd stare as the headlights of the car as it made its way around the steep curves and finally over Brasstown Mountain.

We'd count and we'd see how long it took from the time it went by our house until its taillights just disappeared through that distant gap and it was no longer a part of the one and only world I knew.

It was often at this time my mother would laugh and she'd say, "You know what's so great about this place? You can get anywhere in the world from here."

That world has turned many times since I first traveled that narrow road through that gap and out of that valley. It has been a long road with many twists and turns, ups and downs, bumps and yes a few wrecks.

A road that twice carried me to the highest office of the ninth largest state in this nation, to all the continents and famous cities of the world and finally to the United States Senate.

And so I leave this Senate knowing that once again my mother has been proved right. One could get anywhere in the world from that little mountain valley - and back again. Everywhere I've ever been really was on my way back home.

I thank all of you. I thank my family, my very, very special staff who has stayed with me through thick and thin, I thank my friends, and especially my God - it has been one heck of a ride.

Thank you Mr. President.

Again, Zell makes us proud that he comes from Georgia.