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I was in the Web the other night, looking for possible info about Parkinson's Disease or Diabetes. When all of a sudden I was in AOL of Canada. Now my other life, my other line of work, I sneak into Canada AOL looking for you. So just after the line at the break between United States and Canada (look at any map) somehow I take a wrong turn. Now, my brother is a Canadian citizen. On, the chance he might be listening, I boom out HELP, I TOOK A WRONG TURN INTO CANADA. No sounds, oh maybe your wayward moose looking for a Moosette, but no humans. Again, help took wrong turn this time, tuning my voice toward London, where me brother lives. I even put his customary eh? In there. Still no brother. No voices (OK so the ones in my head, they don't count) but no brother. I was worried that since I already have AOL in the United States and pay here, did I have to pay AOL of Canada? Oh geese get me home. I thought my trip would be secret and not a soul would know that I had tripped over the border and not to Taco Bell. But to the restaurant that had Sled Dogs. Well, I finally made it home, parked my car (Porsche 911 Turbo). (OK so I don't drive, but I can drive any car I wish) I awoke the next morning and looked at my mail and there were a few notes. Notes about this xxxx place and sex whatever but there was a note to me from AOL Canada. Oh no they found me, I was tied. Tied to a lancet with a test strip from my finer. Do you ever run out of blood like this? Oh, I did get a message from a member of AOL Canada telling me he couldn't help me. He was just a A. Canadian member of AOL, eh? Sincerely, Gina