BEFORE entering Saigon, the military traffic from Tan Son Nhut airfield slows in a choking blanket of its own exhaust. Where it crawls along to the narrow bridge in a frenzy of bicycles, pedicabs, and ...
In one of Saigon’s toughest slums, near the city’s docks and up a narrow alley past teeming soup stalls, Mr. and Mrs. Neil Brenden of Minneapolis operate a center for teaching sewing and other skills ...