Is this Bryn Athyn bridge dangerous? Two movies that are dangerously boe-ring

Package in hand, I head out for the Bryn Athyn post office. I think it closes at 4:30, but when I get there the door is locked.... 4 o'clock, but I zoom over to the Huntingdon Valley PO 5 minutes away.

I had parked my car near the roaring Pennypack Creek and prepared to walk across the chain-link bridge that is "out" toward the post office.

Was fairly sure it's okay for pedestrians to walk across.

Look, I'm not afraid of death, but I don't particularly wanna die plunging into a freezing-cold river. Shades of the Titanic. Hopefully they would retrieve my camera and post these photos on my blog, titled The Last Post.

At first I tiptoe across the bridge, but then gather speed and confidence.

Warning: Bridge closed. Look! They've even decorated the bridge for Christmas.

I got back in my car here

which was parked next to this stone bldg, and then sped off to the Hunt. Valley PO to mail a friend of mine a small Xmas gift. I had also wrin a 2-page letter.

How did we acquire the habit of buying expensive gifts for people? The gift I mailed cost $3. It was a box of Decaf Tea.



When you get a grant, as did New Directions, we've gotta account for how we spent the money in a year-end report.

Dreaded of course.

I worked on it for about two tense hours, calling my own bank and asking Lesley to add up some numbers for me. Mine never come out the same twice. I use google to add up numbers.

Finally, I got next year's budget right and I pressed the SUBMIT button. Due on Jan. 4, I knew I wanted to finish it before Xmas which is next Tuesday.

As a reward I took myself to the movies. On the way there I was excited to see one of those yellow ribbons on the rear of the car proclaiming Diabetes Type 1. I immediately felt like honking and saying, I've got Type 2.

People need so much attention these days. Does this person w diabetes want us to pity them? Next thing we know banners will proclaim: I have bladder cancer - I have a prolapsed uterus - I had an ectopic pregnancy.

At my advanced age, I went into a minor panic trying to find the Regal Warrington Cinema. I was fairly sure I could get there on Easton Road, so I simply coaxed myself along, saying It's gotta be here somewhere, but is it this far down Easton?



It was right where it was sposed to be. Before I left I packed my diabetes kit and a baggie filled with cheddar cheese and my whole-grain pretzel sticks. I planned to be there for quite a while.

Before I went into Theater 9 to see my film, I stopped by Skyfall, which had started half an hour ago. I asked a young man who was going back in what the movie was about.

It's a James Bond film, he said.

I went in and stood for a few minutes and decided it looked good enough to rent. Takes place in London.

I made it with 2 minutes to spare as I entered the film I most wanted to see.



Tom Cruise in Jack Reacher, based on Lee Child's crime-action drama "One Shot."

How can I describe this amazingly violent movie that can barely go for 12 minutes w/o a violent fight using every conceivable weapon.

Jack Reacher is a very fine hand fighter. He uses his head to bash people and he likes breaking various bones in the enemy's body. I'm a fan of the Reacher novels.

Tom Cruise was absolutely wonderful in the title role of this well-made, well-photographed, well-acted awful movie.

Since I didn't know the rest of the cast, I was delighted to see

the great Robert Duval, a gun shop owner, who wants to get in on the killing for the first time since he served in a war.

The other great Robert was also in it - DiNiro - who is so versatile he was nothing like the Phila father in Silver Linings Playbook. 


Since I missed author Lee Child who had a cameo as the Desk Sergeant, I knew I could find him online.

Jack Reacher was one terrible movie.

Well, as long as I'd made the 20-minute drive down, I figgered I'd see something else.

I scanned the starting times of all the films and decided on my second film. Movies cost $8.50.



My goodness, you think Jack Reacher was bad, this one was even worse.... and three hours long.

The show was in 3-D so you wore those glasses - it's rather a miracle how it's blurry until you don the glasses - wish I could do dat with my blurry photos up top.

The movie started off real well. Charming, you might say. But shortly thereafter, violence of every sort. I slipped on my coat and hat and prepared to leave, not once, but FIVE different times, but decided to stay to the bloody end.



This adorable man - everyone is English and I'd never heard of a one of em - played a good guy with a nasty streak.

I didn't get antsy during the Reacher film, tho I made one wild dash to the baffroom, but sitting in on the second, I got restless and needed to multitask.

Reached in my backpack and extracted hand lotion which I applied on my face n hands. I sat far from the maddening crowd so no one would disturb me and vice versa.


This little guy who seemed half-animation and half-real was a tremendous actor. In fact, all the acting was superb.

After each scene, I'd say, Please be over soon, please be over soon.

Finally, at the end of a huge battle where heads fly, the screen went dark.

I was way high up in the stadium seats and raced down the steps. If the Hitchcock movie had been playing, I might have stayed to watch it, hoping to beat the odds of zero for two.