I had a dream last night.
I visiting the Haddock Museum in Haddock, Pennsylvania (this town does not exist, and in fact Haddock to my knowledge are not found in Pennsylvania), which is founded and run by a guy by the name of Frank Valley (not to be confused with Frankie Valli, the singer) who is obsessed with fishing in general and haddock in particular. He seemed like a regular old guy, except he always wore fishing gear and refused to talk about anything but fish. I go into the museum and there's a whole section dedicated to the founder's life and accomplishments.
In 1941 Frank Valley was stationed in the kingdom of Kra, a small kingdom located on the Kra isthmus between Thailand and Malaysia. He deserted his unit, married a possibly underaged princess by the name of Phra (she is consistently referred to as his "partner," as their marriage is not recognized in the US because he was already married to an American woman at the time and apparently he just never bothered to get a divorce), and led a coup d'etat in 1946, crowning himself as king. He reigned there as a brutal dictator until 1951, when his generals rebelled. He escaped the country under cover of night, taking Phra and a valuable and endangered Royal Kra Bird, a flightless bird that looks vaguely like a person wearing a blue Big Bird costume. Us authorities wanted to send the bird back, as it was considered a national symbol, but the bird was in extremely poor health by the end of the journey and was not considered likely to survive the journey back. He sold the bird to the San Diego Zoo and used the money to found the museum. There's a black-and-white picture of the founder in an ostentatious military uniform and a little obituary to Phra Valley who died in the 1980s.
I look at the guy, this war criminal who escaped all consequences of his actions, and he says to me "Now, let me tell you about Haddock..."