I was all excited to use my new power washer, planning to clean the slick surface of the steps which lead down to the deck behind our house. Those wooden steps were where Honey slipped and broke her leg on Oct. 2. I had slipped on them myself and cracked my ribs a couple of years ago. Located on the north side of our home, these troublesome steps are shielded from the dessicating rays of that great engine the sun. Algae enjoys a happy existence there when not scrubbed off, and I had neglected to do so. In power-washing those slick steps I was trying to close the proverbial barn door ...