My family and I recently had a wonderful trip to Niagara Falls and Canada. We thought we got away clean – just some souvenirs, some memories, and an enhanced appreciation for poutine. But they got us. Those crack Canadian highway marshals, members of the fabled 407 Brigade, finally tracked us down. Politely, of course. Apparently our New Jersey EZ Pass, worn down by years of Garden State Parkway trauma, does not work up north, and we owe roughly twenty-two Canadian dollars. Probably political retaliation. I’m honestly a little surprised the toll notice wasn’t hand-delivered by a Mountie on mooseback smelling…