My wife and I were enjoying dinner at a small family gathering in Ohio when the conversation brought me back to one in Korea. We’ve only been back for just over a month, so it doesn’t take much for my mind to wander over the Pacific. This memory was different, as it brought a new insight...

I carried a sack of gifts as I made my way down the dirty streets to the homes where the gifts belonged.  Dogs barked at me from their pens while roosters casually strutted by.  Skulls and other decorations still adorned some homes from El Día de los Muertos, Day of the Dead, and Spanish music played...

You’ve witnessed the scene in 24, Lost or many other nail-biter action shows:  a time-bomb is ticking down to zero; the hero or heroine must act quickly to avert mass destruction; a red wire or (wait…was it?) blue wire must be cut to avoid the apocalyptic blast of fire, concrete, and combustible...