Goodbye to the mooch

Goodbye, Anthony Scaramucci, affectionately known as the mooch. As an Italian American I was very proud of the mooch and thought of him as an excellent role model for young Italian men. Tough, handsome, rich, he told it as he saw it and brought a breath of fresh air to the otherwise dull Trump administration.  He fought for the little guy and was true to the little people from whom he came. The mooch cared about us.

Editor's note: A new blog on eclipses is in my Sixties blog.

Grantchester

Season 3 is over for Grantchester. Wedding bells for the maid and no wedding for the vicar.  I don't know what made me start watching the show. Maybe it was on when there was nothing else on on a Sunday night and I got into the habit. A little crazy to think of a vicar in a small town solving crimes but I'm a sucker for shows about rural England. I think the combination of beautiful scenery and annnoying people works for me.

Maybe it's the politics of England, but sin comes out badly in this series. The gay vicar remains a vicar and non celibate only in his dreams. The philandering detective goes back to home and hearth. Sidney decides to keep his collar and throw overboard the love of his life, a divorced mother. I know it was the fifties but you'd think he could have become a Unitarian or something. Then the show's producers  might have gotten in trouble with the Anglican church, I suppose. At any rate, the possibility of a season four is still looming. Quien sabe.