How shall I outline my thoughts about a man whose mental life permeated every aspect of my own for more than 20 years? Leon Festinger and I took an instant liking to one another in a chance meeting back in the late 1960s. It would be difficult to imagine two more different people we had different philosophies, different styles, and different aspirations. Our friendship developed around a mutual love for good ideas and for good food and drink. The rest took care of itself. One of the hallmarks of a gifted mind is its steadfast belief that, in fact, not much of anything relates to anything else. How often we say, Because of X, we seem to have new evidence to believe in Y. Leon, with cold logic, could take even the best scientists and reduce them to blubbering mortals in a matter of seconds. His favorite joke related the story of the old Jewish couple who are lying in bed when the wife says, Harry, close the window. It's cold outside. Harry gets up and closes the window, turns to his wife, and says, So now it's warm outside? Every statement has multiple implications, and Leon reflexively noted them all.
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