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Help Joe Dressner Fight his New Brain Tumors!

Every bottle of Louis/Dressner Selections wines bought in the next two weeks will go directly to benefit me in my fight against brain cancer.

We are also considering some special events like:

The Third Annual Walkathon for Joe Dressner's Brain Cancer!. This is a feel good event which allows thousands of walkers to get together to feel good about their solidarity with Joe Dressner's Brain Cancer.

Alternatively, give some money to Partners in Health to help peoole in the Third World who really need the help.

Fuck Dressner and fuck his cancer!


I feel better already! Do I really have to do the walk at all?
me too. i feel better already and would be happy to drink while i think about the thousands walking in solidarity. i already love partners in health for all they do. while i drink.

where will the walk after party be?

wow, dude!

you can scroll back six months and even more on this page without having to refresh! That's progress! You're gonna beat it, Joe!
Well hallo there to you Joe! Ha. Ha. I have been a world traveler and very very busy so forgive myself for not checking in with you. I am glad to be back with you just when you need an old doctor's advice! Ha. Oh the Gamma is such a good knife - you know it doesn't really cut you right? Oh I hope they told you properly. Doctors can be so lip tight. Ha! Ha! Ha! They won't get you, you're the tough devil man! Yes. Ha.

So I read that you are having a march tomorrow and I want to be there. Please email me the time and directions so Padma and I can march along with all the hellhounds! We are tough too Joe and we don't take no for any answers to ourselves. Come, we spit at them all together. Ha. Ha.

Yours,
Dr Selamat Pagi

A Theme Song!

Gamma, Gamma, Gamma, Gamma, Gamma Chameleon.....
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Joe Dressner - Captain Tumor Man!


Hi, I'm Joe Dressner the famous wine importer and I have brain cancer!

I already have a wine blog and frankly wine is such a luxury business that I hate to mix my cancer problems with my wine observations. I think it would be a general downer for the lifestyle crowd out there.

Furthermore, we in the wine trade always claim there are tremendous health benefits to drinking wine. I've already had cardiovascular bypass surgery over eight years ago and now I got a tumor aggressively rattling in my brain. My colleagues in the glamorous wine industry want me to keep it quiet.

So, I've started this wonderful new blog to discuss wine, brain tumors, my life and to give you hot tips on handling the cancer stricken around you. There will also be practical wine/radiation pairings when I start radiation therapy and chemotherapy next week.

Having brain cancer means I might both physically and intellectually decline. So, I will be using this blog as a venue to pursue petty vendettas against relatives, acquaintances and people in the wine trade.

I might also lose touch with reality and say things that are not true or are only half true. The important thing is to have fun and enjoy this rare and precious time in my life.

One of my pet vendettas is my cousin Dr. Barbara Hirsch. Dr. Barbara Hirsch is a very important Great Neck Endocrinologist, who was raised and nurtured by my parents. Dr. Hirsch waited until my father was near death and my mother was suffering from a rare neuromuscular disorder, to write them a seven page letter denouncing them for being horrible to her for the entirety of her life! Despite my concerns, Dr. Hirsch still refuses to apologize.

Last night, I drank a beautiful bottle of Bourgueil Clos SÚnÚchal 2005 from Pierre Breton. It was sublime and reminded me that I used to be healthy. Not only that, the vineyard used to be there before I existed. It exists independently of my having cancer and will continue to exist. You ought to buy some.

August 2009 Postscript: Not only does it exist independently of my cancer, it also exists independently of Louis/Dressner Selections. After 18 years, they have dumped us for Kermit Lynch. Oh well. At least I'm alive!