We took a trip to Indiana’s Covered Bridge Festival. It should be called “The Festival of Chinese Merchandise” since booths were crammed with everything from Tibetan coats to “As seen on TV” stuff. Stars of the event? Fried food stalls. Fried cheese. Fried veggies. Deep fried turkey legs. It’s impossible to spot fairgoers not snacking from sleeves of fried nachos, donuts, pickles and burgers. A cardo doc building a practice could conceivably max out his patient capacity in one day and the festival runs 10; long enough to inflict serious artery damage upon the bodies of repeat visitors. Tums, anyone?