Dizzy Gillespie the Water Skiier

I know a fellow who nicknamed himself Dizzy Gillespie.  His real name is Dana the Wheelbarrow chaser.  Dana was a wise man of abdominal girth that none would notice.  He really acted wisely but he chose a career in the boating business and it only paid him pennies on the dollar.  He liked to water ski once a week and that was what kept him in his job.  Dana was a big star in the animal relations kingdom as Dana could talk to animals and make them feel like human beings.  Dana was really smart but he preferred to dig for diamonds on the baseball diamond in his home town of Tallahassee, Florida.  Dana always impressed me but poor Dana or can we call him, Dizzy G, was too sick to come to my brother's bar mitzvah.  My brother and Dana went way back to first grade but Dana was sick with the typhoid flu.  He was throwing up and he sneezed a lot and he generally was all together ill for thirteen days in the month of January in the year of 2020.  It was miserable for Dana, but he did endure.  He was orthodox in his speech and that was his blessing to the world.  Every word was polite and every sentence was perfect.  He really wrote good prose and he really sailed the high seas very well with a sail that was provided by none other than God himself.  So Dizzy G was busy in the boating business and he liked to water ski. But that ended one day and Dana thought it was time to rent a condo on the south beach of South Florida in Miami Beach.  It was a nice time for Dana and guess what, he saw lots of topless ladies.  It did not phase him as he ate steak with a knife and a spoon.  But his fork was in his front left jeans pocket and he really left his jeans in his bathroom in his Miami rental.   I did not know that Dana was a Lakers fan, but he wore a Lakers shirt everywhere in Miami that year.  It was his calling card to yell "Go Kobe" each time he crossed the street on Washington Avenue.  I did not like that experience so I bought him a slice of some of the worlds best pizza in a nearby pizza store. Dana thanked me for the pizza and went back to work after his vacation was over.  But that said, Dana never spoke to me for the duration of his days unless for some reason there was a chance meeting.  I miss Dana immensely, but I know that Dana serves a big role in the world.  He is now a poker player at night in the Las Vegas Sports bars and he buys taco shells by the half dozen.  I love Dana and if he comes back to my day,  I will welcome him with full arms.  Thanks.