Hmmm. Puns. . . seems I knew a punster. . . name of Dwyer. . . we used to have these running sessions. Sometimes they could last for hours or days. I remember driving from Everett to Marysville. We got stuck waiting for the draw bridge, and as a result of the weight, slew each other with slough puns (Bob and Don at least, you know the landscape that inspired such punishment).

I don't usually try puns in front of large crowds (the groups on my tours or evening programs in national parks) but one night down at Organ Pipe Cactus I had this irresistable impulse. We were holding the program in the visitor center auditorium because the weather bureau had predicted rain. It was a little windy, but no rain. Someone asked why we were meeting inside on such a nice night. I responded that the weather bureau had called for rain tonight, but I thought they had been a little precipitate. Half of the group groaned and laughed, and the other half asked what was so funny.

Maggie