I talked to my dad the other day just to ensure that he was okay. I asked him what his plans would be over the next couple of weeks. He said that he'd planned a trip to a Waterloo flea market to do some Christmas shopping. Silence on the phone. (I was too incredulous to talk.) "You mean, like, Napoleon's Waterloo?" I stammered. "Yes, Napoleon's Waterloo," he answered. Can you imagine? I'm so jeolous, I could just bloody banish myself to St. Helena.
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2 Things not left unsaid:
I've seen Napoleon's death mask.
I've seen his chess set...I wonder to this day who beat him and the effect said loss had on him.
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