By Karen Lundegaard / The Bulletin
August 17, 2011
MINNEAPOLIS — “Oops,” my husband called from the back of the canoe, as we set off after our picnic lunch. The sky was blue. The water clear. The boys not fighting. I couldn't imagine the problem.
“I think we just ate in Canada.”
“Is that even legal?” asked my 9-year-old son, perched in the....