We don't want to argue with all of our state's motto ('wisdom, justice, moderation'), only with that 'moderation' part. Who are we kidding? This is a state where a guy's home is a tree house with an airplane stuck through it for his bedroom. We've got a twenty-foot-tall rabbit sculpture holding an Olympic torch and a tombstone that's a seven-foot-long marble elephant. And there's a flower garden in Toccoa, where a forty-pound iceberg somehow landed. This is great stuff, and nothing moderate about any of it. A better word than moderation? That would be 'weirdness.' And who better to chronicle the enormous amount of weirdness in Georgia than Jim Miles, a man whose fascination with the bizarre - and with Georgia - is anything but moderate. So with the three P's for sustenance - pecans, peanuts and peaches, of course - and camera and notepad in hand, Jim set out on an extensive tour in search of the odd and the offbeat. He tracked down impossible-to-believe tales, only to discover odd grains of truth that give the stories just enough credibility to make one feel . . .slightly uneasy. So turn the pages and check out Atlanta's own White House; look for the mutant turtle of Berkeley Lake; stroll by the Tomb of the Unknown Shopper; gaze at Georgia's very own Statue of Liberty; Remember Elvis; warts, toenail, and all; hunt down, if you're feeling energetic, the Beast of Pond Road; watch your car roll UP Booger Hill; terrify yourself at abandoned Hawkinsville Hospital; have a chat with the Moon-eyed people; hear the cries for help in Ebenezer's Swamp, and take care not to fall into the Devil's Hopper near Quitman.