The flying of fingers and moving of electrons. That is all it takes to both create and send a text message to anywhere in the world. As I sat in a silent classroom, that is exactly what I did. Those text messages flew through the air and into the cellular system, only to end up at the receiving end, my editor’s phone. I was inviting her on a lunch date. A few more digits typed and it was agreed. We were going to meet at the Caddie Shack restaurant, located in the Casper Municipal Golf course club house.