What wine to toast the Dapper Don's passing? - Printable Version

+- WineBoard (
+-- Forum: TASTING NOTES & WINE SPECIFIC FORUMS (/forumdisplay.php?fid=200)
+--- Forum: Italian Wines/Varieties (/forumdisplay.php?fid=24)
+--- Thread: What wine to toast the Dapper Don's passing? (/showthread.php?tid=7849)

- Botafogo - 06-10-2002 03:40 PM

I am thinking about an old bottle of Regaleali Rosso del Conte and putting "Once Upon a Time in America" on the DVD player (you've got to love that scene with the hooker in the hearse!)...


- winedope1 - 06-10-2002 06:27 PM

what a welcome home, right?? Roberto, please forgive my ignorance, but who died? I've been in surgery all day- no radio or TV.

[This message has been edited by winedope1 (edited 06-10-2002).]

- Drew - 06-10-2002 06:44 PM

John Gotti, aka "The Dapper Don", passed from head and neck cancer. Another roach bites the loss.


- winedope1 - 06-10-2002 07:30 PM

thanks for the heads up Drew. Had no idea he was that badly off. What an end.

- vinman - 06-10-2002 09:27 PM


That might be, 'cuz he was no hero! But ever wonder what it might be like to take away the smells, buds, the taste, and the ability to swallow? Not fun for anyone, I think.

- Drew - 06-10-2002 11:53 PM

Agreed, vinman, terminal cancer of all types is a horrible way to go but I wonder how many of his victims will sympathize?


- winoweenie - 06-11-2002 06:16 AM

We have the " honor " of harboring his "rat, Sammy the Bull " here in the desert. He's now back in the jernt where he belongs. A miserable end to a miserable individual who certainly wont be missed. The Teflon-Don met something that wouldn't rub off. WW

[This message has been edited by winoweenie (edited 06-11-2002).]

- Innkeeper - 06-11-2002 07:28 AM

Said a prayer for him, but the 98 Easton Fiddletown Zin we popped was for us not him.

- wondersofwine - 06-11-2002 08:30 AM

You were performing surgery or under the knife yourself? If the latter, all the best to you.

- Thomas - 06-11-2002 10:24 AM

Having had the fortune to have been raised in a hot-bed of Mafia life, in Brooklyn (in the neighborhood where Capone got his scar and then ran off to Chicago before Lucky Luciano sent him in a box), it always sickened me how Americans glorified such people. I saw first-hand, at the tender age of nine, how they killed and maimed and whatever to get what they thought belonged to them. Even their so-called family loyalty was a hoax, as witnessed by Sammy the Bull's singing voice...

- winedope1 - 06-11-2002 04:37 PM

thanks for the thought, WOW. I was working, not being cut. : )

- vinman - 06-11-2002 08:44 PM


- zenda2 - 06-12-2002 04:59 PM

We always had a 'low profile' mafia gang here since the olden days. They skimmed this and that, took their profits, kept the Chicago mob at bay, kept the lid on their neighborhood, and spent their leisure time playing games with the Teamsters retirement funds (See the movie Casino...that's them). But they got greedy and got into a little war over parking lots in a bar district, of all things, and started blowing each others bars up. And during the fracas one low-level 'mafia soldier' family decided now was the time to put a big shiv in the back of the local Don, because he'd had their old man killed in the olden days and let one of these 3 brothers go to the joint for another guys crime.
So these lowbrows started blowing up MORE stuff, shooting at random mafia soldiers and sowing distrust and confusion among the real players and causing a brief but bloody shooting war while everyone got 'payback' on everyone else for everything, from the beginning of time, amen.

Normally, the local cops & newspaper would have said 'Oh, it's just Drizzlybutt Sammy and No-Nads Jimmy' or whatever wacko names they went by, and let the 'mystery' be, but...a new reporter had just joined the K.C. Star, one who was out on recog.(sp) from the state prison (because an editor thought the guy wrote well on the prison paper and pulled some strings with the parole board.) And the guy went into a bar during this war and said "Hey Louie the Lipdrool, what's up? Who's doing what to whom, and why?" And Louie, who'd done time with the guy, told him the story and why not? It's his old pal. Louie kept telling the story during the next month or so (tho' it eventually cost him his life).

Our reporter took some notes and told his editor 'the Don is at war over parking lots in the River Quay, and it's really stupid because they already had all the money in the area and parking is free'. The editors had a meeting. And for once on a paper with an official 'ignore 'em, they're just local boys having fun, there is no Cosa Nostra' policy, the editors decided 'these are the real goods, we know who, what, when, why, how. Phone your wives, have her lock the door and print the story'.

The head of the local mafia family woke up to find that his name was all over the front page (which NEVER happened here) with printed allegations that he'd backed these bombings, those shootings, this death, that fraud. A few more people were found in car trunks at the airport, and a few masked men walked thru a restaurant shooting the members of that lowlevel soldier family in broad daylight...but the bombings stopped. And the FBI suddenly found people willing to talk about stuff that had always been 'just how we do bidness'. The big guys went to jail. Louie the Lipdrool got wacked, of course, even tho' he was just having a conversation in a bar with an old buddy from the Pen. And the Teamsters Union found someone else to play games with their pension funds. But by gosh, the Chicago Mob is still at bay.

Want to read a 'names changed to protect the guilty' version of this story? Look for a book called 'I speak for the Dead' by J. J. Maloney. He's the prisoner/reporter, and a pretty brave man. And I'm drinking to HIM, not the (skoal)dipper Don.

[This message has been edited by zenda2 (edited 06-12-2002).]

- wondersofwine - 06-13-2002 07:44 AM

Quite a tale!
I remember when I lived (one year) in St. Clair Shores, Michigan, my landlord took me on somewhat of an orientation tour of the area and pointed out the nice home of a Mafia don in Detroit. It was kind of amazing to me that people knew where he lived and what he did but he was not behind bars.
My sister reports that in recent years Des Moines, Iowa has been targeted (by Mexican gangs I believe) as a market for meth and that crime has increased as more people have become addicted.

- Innkeeper - 06-13-2002 08:23 AM

Where I grew up on Long Island, NY we had Frank Costello for a neighbor. On the positive side we also had a neighbor named Perry Como.

- winoweenie - 06-13-2002 10:19 AM

Both of them sang well! WW

- wondersofwine - 06-13-2002 02:17 PM