I am thinking about my smart phone. I recently heard that 80% of baby boomers (all younger than I am) use their smart phones at least seven times a day. I also read a few days ago that, in addition to worrying about teenagers overusing their smart phones, there is now worry that older adults are overusing their smart phones, as grandchildren complain that their grandparents don’t talk to them when sharing a meal because they are continually checking their phones. As they used to say, “I resemble that remark”.

A digression. I grew up thinking that “I resemble that remark” was a clever line created by my Aunt Lee. But, lo and behold, my smart phone just told me that both Curly (of the Three Stooges) and the Marx Brothers used it long before. End of digression.

I admit to living much of my life on my phone. And, yes, I do get stuck now and then watching “reels” that show up on Face Book, but mainly I use my phone to check news, sports, occasionally weather, and to answer whatever questions pop into my mind as the day goes on. Last night, I asked Edie: How did I ever learn anything before I had a smart phone? I don’t know the answer to that question.

Take yesterday (you will have to bear with me on this, as I try to reconstruct yesterday). After having lunch with old friend Stephen Marcus at Paragon Thai, where we were the only eat-in lunch customers, I drove down to Dupont Circle to see the books outside at Second Story, something I had not done all winter. I found a copy of Vincent Sardi, Jr.’s book about his New York restaurant, which he had signed and inscribed to a customer, and put down my $4.

It’s basically a recipe book, and interesting (if it indeed has recipes used in the restaurant) because the recipes are (1) extraordinarily simple, and (2) often use canned ingredients, like canned beets and artichoke hearts. Sort of weird. I am sure that does not happen today.

When I got home, I went to my smart phone and looked up the history of Sardi’s, and it was interesting. Started by Vincent Sardi, Sr. and his wife in a basement location in a building that was torn down, it moved to its present location in 1927 and, after it moved, its business declined and Vincent, Sr. decided that he needed a gimmick. He hired an immigrant from Russia to make caricatures of celebrities to put on the restaurant’s walls (something he had seen in a restaurant in Paris). The artist’s name was Alex Gard, who drew the portraits for years in return for free food.

Alex Gard (my next smart phone look up), really Alexei Mikhailovich Kremkov, left Russia after the 1917 revolution, wound up in the United States (and in the U.S. military), and drew over 700 caricatures until he collapsed on Seventh Avenue and died at age 49.

His first caricature was of a man name Ted Healy (another smart phone look up). Ted Healy, a name totally unfamiliar to me, was not only a vaudeville performer in New York City, but was the highest paid vaudeville performer in the 1920s, earning for a time (so says Wikipedia) the equivalent of $150,000 a week. Among the things he did as a stage performer (and he was in several films), he created the Three Stooges (another smart phone look up), a trio that went through several changes before it settled on Moe, Curly and Larry.

Healy moved to Los Angeles, and at a party at the Trocadero, where he was celebrating the birth of his first (and, as it turned out, only) child, he got into a drunken fist fight with Albert Broccoli (future director) and actor Wallace Beery, staggered out, was found on the street, taken to a hospital and died at age 39, four days after the birth of his son. You can read a lot about this, as it is unclear whether the death was a result of the beating he took in the nightclub or underlying problems, including those relating to his apparent long time alcoholism.

The person that picked him up and took him to the hospital was a wrestler who went by the name of Man Mountain Dean. I, of course, had to look him up, and discovered that Man Mountain Dean weighed over 300 pounds, had a successful professional wrestling career (Dean was his wife’s maiden name; his was Leavitt), was a Miami policeman (until he was caught visiting Al Capone at his Florida house), and a U.S. Army Master Sergeant who was stationed at Ft. Richie Maryland (I wrote about Ft. Richie sometime last year – well worth reading about and visiting) and taught hand to hand combat. He then retired to a farm outside of Atlanta where he apparently lived a quiet life.

So there you have it: Vincent Sardi, Sr. and Jr., Alex Gard, Ted Healy, The Three Stooges, Albert Broccoli and Wallace Beery, and Man Mountain Dean. Without my smart phone, where would I be? What would I know?

And there was one more look up. I read that Ted Healy was once a guest on the radio show, It Pays to be Ignorant. We had never heard of that show, but it ran for years and years (and for a short time on television) and was a spoof of shows like Quiz Kids. Guests were asked questions like “Where did the Boston Massacre take place” and then gave “funny” answers. We found on my smart phone episode after episode that you can listen to, and chose one at random.

Don’t let anyone tell you that entertainment has gone downhill. This was one bad show (IMHO) filled with corny one liners. The question of the night was “What drink do we get from tea leaves?”. One panelist said he never drank anything stronger than pop. But, he said, Pop will drink anything. That’s the caliber of the show.

Okay, enough about my smart phone addiction. We also watched the new(ish) film Nuremberg last night. What a disappointing and  bad film! (Maybe I will review it tomorrow, because…….the topic is pretty important) And then I watched the first half of the basketball game between the St. Louis University Billikens (you want to know what a billiken is? Use your smart phone) and the University of Georgia in the first round of the NCAA tournament. Billikens won 102-77. Hope they keep it up. And hope future games start earlier than 10 p.m.