These last few months a lot of people have been recording their activities and thoughts in journals/notebooks/diaries/blogs. Me too. With that in mind, here are some noted diarists in whose footsteps we might be following: *Pliny the Younger---His diary (97-109) chronicled the eruption of Vesuvius and the destruction of Pompei. (Talk about fire and brimstone!) *Anonymous Monk--- one of many, hidden away in the scriptorium of a mountain abbey producing beautiful calligraphy, as down below the Huns bring on the Dark Ages. *The Lewis And Clark Expedition (1803-1806)---Their meticulous accounts of daily activities, adventures and discoveries even kept note of what they had for dinner---they hunted and ate exactly 1,001 deer! (I must be up to almost half of that many Double Quarter-Pounders with Cheese!) *The sweet, young, achingly tragic Anne Frank, hidden in a tiny attic, clinging to her diary (1942-1944) which she called “Kitty”, while Nazis prowled all around her. As the days go by and my journal fills up, I maybe feel akin to parts of all four, plus maybe Groucho Marx and the Birdman of Alcatraz.