You never forget the name of the person who almost killed your wife.
I must first tell you, my need to fight injustice can sometimes come back to haunt me. In my last column, I told you the story about how some kid stole my bike and my wife’s bike when we were living in South Korea. Well, the truth is, I should have let them be. As it turned out, getting those bikes back would spell trouble for us. More so for my wife, Emily.