It was bound to happen: the return of the Black Flies. I was down outside the Post Office this morning chatting with Dick Hook when all of a sudden a flock of crazily swarming flies appeared between us, presumably hoping to suck in the clouds of CO2 we were breathing out. They didn’t bite — the first ones don’t seem to — but they sure swarmed around and sort of broke up our conversation. But when I came back home and chatted with my wife working in her garden there were none of them in evidence. Today was a cool one, so I expect on Monday when it’s supposed to warm up they’ll become more numerous.