The two old friends, both seventy something, said in unison, "We know how to write," and they sat down at the bar and began to collaborate on a detective novel. Art the architect lived in Dallas, Texas, and Ed the planner lived in Oakland, California, but no problem, they could exchange their jottings via e-mail.
And so over the next five years, chapters multiplied and flew back and forth through cyberspace, until one day, from the end of the bar, an Owl said, "E...