Here is an amazing story from Vance Armor, a friend on Facebook: So here is a Leland Yeager story Bill Breit told me. Back in the 1970s when Breit, Yeager were teaching at U. Va they happened upon each other at a conference in Atlanta. Breit was surprised to see Yeager there. Yeager and Breit got to talking and Breit took a taxi to the airport. Yeager joined him and they continued their endless conversation. Breit checked in and got his ticket. Yeager got his ticket, and they continued their conversation on the plane. They landed at Dulles and then Yeager leaves the terminal and walks with Breit, still continuing the conversation, and says "Where did I park my car?" Breit and Yeager search the parking lot for MORE THAN AN HOUR and Yeager is convinced his car was stolen. He walks to a phone booth ready to call the police. Just as he lifts the receiver on the phone he has an epiphany, "Oh, I drove to Atlanta!"
Steve Hanke, who was in touch with Leland way more recently than I, has a nice homage to him here.