The ides of March are fast upon us. This the month when, traditionally, the swallows come back to Capistrano, the buzzards (I kid you not) come back to Hinkley, and the flying pigs return to Cincinnati from their Winter nestings in Southern Italy. There will be the usual parades, greetings, and remarks by the mayor. Then the children will join in and throw ears of corn in the air to be plucked on the wing by the porcine aeronauts. For several weeks the city fathers have been carting fresh mud to the (as we call them) stys in the skies. The pigs used to nest high atop downtown buildings. This however has been vigorously discouraged since some of the citizens strolling in that area have been heard to mutter things like: "What is it that just fell on my head?". Nowadays, the porkers are encouraged to nest in open forest areas or on the roofs of people who don't go out much. I know you will all join me on March 5th (a legal holiday in southwest Ohio) in wishing all your friends a Happy Pig Day. Art