Tyler was holed up in our bedroom the day after New Year’s with two glocks and seven boxes of ammo. It took a swat team and a laser aimed at his chest to get him out of the house.

We are not very religious people. We don’t go to church—not for Easter, not for Christmas, not for anything except for those three times when we got married and had one kid baptized and then another. We certainly had no plans to go to church while vacationing in Seoul. But there we were at a park when a woman offered me a packet of wet wipes.