Patty Hearst

The Last Time I Saw Mom, Before Detroit

I took the train up to Paso Robles in ‘75 to see my mom after I joined the International Socialists. She was the city librarian there, at a Carnegie-era circle-shaped library in the town’s main square. Paso, then, was almond orchards and cattle ranches. —Not the wine-tasting destination it is today.

Elizabeth lived in the town’s one apartment complex at …