This is the story of three women that I was privileged to know and love and will continue to love, probably till I die. I couldn't write "Dear Diary", men don't keep diaries. And "Dear Journal" sounds stupid, so I'll just tell you the story from the notes and scraps of paper I scribbled during the most interesting times. Reading it now, I don't even believe that we did some of these more ridiculous things, and I was there. My one regret, is that I...