The owner of Liên Hương. His restaurant is named after him and his wife. Serving two years in the ARVN, he lost a leg, yet still managed to get married. Moving to Pakse when it was very primitive, they struggled to start a business, then his wife died in a car accident. When one of his kids moaned a bit about not going to school, he said it was more important to not starve to death. Today, we talked about one of his trips to Vietnam. On a tour with other Catholics, he visited some caves and climbed a mountain, the last sheer torture. Talking to this man, I could hear Saigon idioms from before 1975, si ba chao, học xì dầu or hết xí quách, etc. As language evolves, men fade into the past