You know how the old saying goes. And it's quite possible that the author penned that phrase after meeting my Aunt Karen.
My dad was a convert to the church. I don't know that Aunt Karen ever joined. Regardless, she led a very interesting life shall we say. And a hard life. But underneath the rough exterior was a heart of pure gold (and the heart of a chef--her cooking was heavenly). I say "was" since Aunt Karen passed away yesterday from a recurrence of cancer.
So, viva la people from all walks of life. And remember, a diamond is made from a piece of humble, dirty coal.
Holli and I will be eating PA Dutch pot pie for you this weekend, Aunt Karen (and some ring bologna too).
