tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post848264963611227505..comments2024-03-18T04:40:38.214-05:00Comments on Murderous Musings: The Patty Hearst KidnappingChester Campbellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07155257451021065218noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-52078284422054307022009-02-08T16:34:00.000-06:002009-02-08T16:34:00.000-06:00I remember when this happened. I was in Junior Hig...I remember when this happened. I was in Junior High School. None of could believe it.<BR/><BR/>Ben, it must have been frightening to be so close to it all.Jaden Terrellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11113218513166921429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-22510868036808969362009-02-07T09:28:00.000-06:002009-02-07T09:28:00.000-06:00My gosh, Ben. I'm surprised that you haven't writt...My gosh, Ben. I'm surprised that you haven't written about this sooner, or have you? What a book that would make!Jean Henry Meadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08146960738692672013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6404036170106001374.post-12843438436585163412009-02-07T03:01:00.000-06:002009-02-07T03:01:00.000-06:00Small world. I knew Angela Atwood and Bill and Emi...Small world. I knew Angela Atwood and Bill and Emily Harris. Went to school with them, dated Angela, the daughter of a Jersey union leader -- she had an armed bodyguard on dates, I swear. Emily Harris, nee Schwartz was my sister's sorority chairwoman, and she dated one of my fraternity brothers. Her college roommate married my college roommate. Angela Atwood went on to marry Gary Atwood, a leftist activist at Indiana University, where all of us went to school. Angela Atwood was in a sorority musical with Jane Pauley, who dated another of my roommates. Jane once interviewed me, and we had lunch at McDonald's, right before Jane left Indianapolis for the big time.<BR/><BR/>You can imagine how horrified I was at the Patty Hearst kidnapping. To know these individuals, you'd never have guessed how they'd turn out.<BR/><BR/>Funny thing, my college roommate who married Emily's roommate came home from his job as high school principal and parked in his garage. A few minutes later, his wife came home from her job as vice principal at another high school near Ann Arbor, Mi. My roommate said FBI agents popped up from his wood pile and dropped out of trees. He said he hadn't seen one of them. They wanted to know if his wife had heard from Emily or Bill. They gave my friend's wife quite a grilling.<BR/><BR/>Some time later, my roommate happened to be in downtown Detroit and stopped at the federal building to see if there'd been any developments on the location of Emily or Bill. He said as soon as he indentified himself, agents swarmed him, demanding to know if there'd been any word. You remember those days... finding Bill and Emily Harris was about like finding Osama bin Laden now. They had just vanished.<BR/><BR/>Again, small world...<BR/><BR/>:<)Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01368973223808495975noreply@blogger.com