Gotta love them musician-type husbands.
To elaborate a little: Yes, we really weren't able to find any sleds. We tried Salvation Army, Dick's, Kmart, Big Lots, and Lowe's. There were tiki torches, yes, and hammocks, and marigold seeds. No sleds. Crazy capitalism, trying to sell us summer in the middle of winter!
And for the record, there is only one antique store within fifty miles I can drag Patrick into, and it's this one. One of the best. The kind of antique store where the boxes of old postcards and geriatic table lamps mingle with trays of old baubles and button-jars and 1965 Univox amplifiers.