It's a Wash!

or is it? plus, I tell you a riddle

It was with some trepidation a couple of winters ago (iffy back) that I joined the hordes of happy kids sledding down the steep, snow-packed hill in my neighborhood. I hadn't been on a sled in 25 years but I remembered that sled-happiness and I wanted it again. The problem: No sled to call my own. Too shy to ask a kid if I could borrow one for a ride, I…