We went to the wurst fest at the city park on Ingersoll St., but the fall weather got the best of us and we left after barely an hour. Temps were in the 40s and a few gusts came along just often enough to blow our paper plates and napkins away, and not incidentally chill us to the bone. To top it all off, there was a steady drizzle of icy rain coming down to make sure we wouldn’t be able to enjoy a single moment without being wracked by chills. When we arrived, My Darling B was determined to get her money’s worth but soon changed her tune and was happy to leave after sampling what snacks she could easily grab. Back in the car, I had the heater going full-blast as soon as I had the engine started.