I had a friend named Leanne who was the spitting image of Patty Hearst. For those of you who don't remember her, she was a young woman who faked her own kidnapping, but actually joined up with a militant group and robbed banks. I think she fell in with the Black Panthers, if I remember correctly.
Anyway, we were on a high school band trip to Southern Maine. We had all gotten pretty drunk the night before (hey, it was the '70s), and Leanne was suffering from a terrible hangover. We were on our way home... 104 teenagers on a Gray Hound bus. We stopped at Howard Johnson's for breakfast, and Leanne and a bunch of us sat down at a big, roung table. Now, this was right after Patty went missing. The FBI and most of the police departments across the nation were looking for her, and her story was on the news just about every night. The waitress walked over, looked at Leanne and said, "Oh, my God!" and walked away. She nervously came back a few minutes later and said, "You look just like Patty Hearst" We all played into it, started looking around and acting suspicious. Leanne said, "SSHHHH! Don't say that too loudly." The poor waitress almost freaked out. Eventually, we told her the difference. I know one thing, we got excellent service at that restaurant. I think the waitress probably thought we were the kidnappers, and we were all packing guns or something.
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