Attention-Deficit Disorder -- in Cars?

I took this photo in the town of Waterloo, Belgium. It was a used car lot, full of old American cars for sale. No telling where they got the cars from, or how the cars got to Belgium. But the sign struck me. A.D.D. Cars? It was a couple of years ago. I was on my way to visit the historical monument marking the famous battlefield where Napoleon suffered his decisive defeat. As a typical American, I didn't do much research before heading out. Being a typical American, I figured I'd learn all I need to know once I got there. I found Waterloo on the map, figured out which train to take, and embarked on my day trip from Antwerp. I naturally got off the train at the Waterloo station, south of Brussels. After walking the mile from the train station to the center of town, I followed the tourist signs to the Wellington museum. Wellington was the British general commanding the allied armies which arrayed against Napoleon, along with the Prussian army which blocked Napoleon's retreat. As is typical with establishments in Belgium, the museum was closed for no apparent reason, in the middle of a standard weekday. No explanation, just a closed sign (in French). So I followed more signs to the tourist center, where to my great dismay I discovered that the actual battle of Waterloo was atually fought -- not in Waterloo -- but in a field five miles SOUTH of Waterloo, near the tiny farming community of Braine D'Alleud. After the battle was won, Wellington had moved his headquarters from the battlefield to the town of Waterloo, where he commandeered the local hotel for him and his officers to lodge in relative comfort. He wrote his dispatch back to England informing them of the victory, and used the hotel stationery which prominently displayed the location "Waterloo". The English press, following a tradition which is still the hallmark of media today, got the facts dead wrong by jumping to conclusions rather than reading the dispatch or listening to the official announcements, and printed the story calling the epic conflict "the battle of Waterloo". Rather than take the train, since it was a pretty day, I decided juist to go ahead and hike the five miles from Waterloo down to the monument. On the way, I happened across the car lot shown above, obviously advertising attention-deficit American autos. Below is the Wellington Museum in downtown Waterloo. This is the actual hotel where Wellington and his officers were staying when they wrote the dispatch advising London of the victory. It took me well over an hour to get from Waterloo to the monument. The monument is still at least mile away from where I was standing when I took the photo below. The huge building to the right in the foreground is a really cool panorama attraction, museum, interpretative center, and video theater where you can spend a very pleasant couple of hours learning about the battle's details, before climbing the five hundred stair steps to get up to the huge 30-foot-high lion at the top of the man-made hill. Since the British are the ones who take credit for the defeat of the emperor (even though the Prussians contributed mightily to the effort), all of the exhibits, video soundtracks, narration, and audio stuff is in English (as well as French, Dutch, German, and a host of other languages). If you click on the photo below for the large version, you can see the tiny people on the left side of the slope climbing the stairs to the top. The man-made mountain was constructed in the months after the battle by Belgians who created it by scraping up the earth from the farm fields where the battle was fought. It was intended to be a monument to inter the thousands of bodies, bullets, cannonballs, shrapnel, wreckage, and other destruction wrought from the battle. Oh, and the answer to the identity of the guy in the post below is, Bob Denver, better known as the little buddy from castaways on Gilligan's Island.