A What-Vel?

The snow accumulated. It wasn't very much, but people were acting very, very serious. Everyone was out and about, tossing rock salt over rock salt. And then tossing some more for good measure. Just to be sure. Can never be too sure.

But I bet people were so emphatic because it was the first time in a year or so since these people tossed rock salt onto the sidewalk. Sometimes, it just feels good to do something you haven't done in a while, unless you killed someone. That's usually a been there done that kind of thing...

Then there were the shovels. And the wovel.

I was walking the dogs when I saw a young man using something I'd never seen before. It was like a shovel, only it wasn't. It had a giant wheel. "Excuse me," I said. "What is that?"

"A wovel," the young man said.

"A what-vel?" I said.

"A wovel, you know, like a shovel, but wovel."

He showed me how to use it and even took the dogs while I tested it out. He took an apple out from his coat pocket and bit into it. "Pretty fun, right?" he said.

I have to admit, it was.

"Why don't you go ahead and wovel the rest of the sidewalk," the young man said.

"You mean it?" I said.

"Sure, I'll hold onto your dogs."

Well, an hour went by before I had to go, but the young man seemed very grateful. "Thank you," he said.

"No," I said. "Thank you!"