Kim gives me lots of grief for my horrible puns: their obscurity, the fact that I have to explain them in order to get anyone to understand why I thought they were funny, Sometimes, though, I break through the plexiglass ceiling like a lovelorn laser beam. Witness my coining of the weekend, heading back to the car on the Pima Canyon trail with Chris , Dan, Skylar, and Kim: Flock of Smeagols. Heck yeah. . .