Today my Pop-Pop would have turned 80. He died 13 years ago at the age of 67 from lung cancer. Pop-Pop was a Korean and Vietnam War Air Force veteran. He used to tell me about his adventures in the Middle East, Korea, Vietnam, and Japan. I’m grateful he told me the stories and I’m thinking about writing them down.
He saw a lot of interesting things in Morocco, he once told me that a guy was beating his dog and he intervened to save the dog. He learned how to cook in Morocco, and often when he made foods for us, they had a Middle Eastern flair. He once gave mom saffron and whenever mom made the saffron dishes, I was in heaven.