Gerard DiLeo
Bio
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Stories (521/0)
Rx: Live Long and Well
My father died at the age of 85, just shy of the new millenium. He was in good health, but something inside of him made him simply "check out." He stopped walking, as if it were an arbitrary decision, and he was admitted to the hospital for which he had once served as Chief-of-Staff dozens of years earlier. It was as if he was simply "finished"; as if he had accomplished everything he had wanted to do; as if there were nothing left to live for.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Families
And the Winner for the Best Slap Goes to...
It was Sunday evening, March 27, and the stars, the A-listers, and even erstwhile celebs were convened at their annual meeting to back-pat, mutually admire, and distance themselves from all of the little people in the world.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Geeks
Flystrike
The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. The flame of orange and yellow had a strange, fine bluish undulation just over the top of the wick. Through the window bluish, almost iridescent, shadows danced on the stone walls within.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Horror
Sno-Ball
New Orleans, Louisiana, is a very unique city. Being a port city, the accent the people speak is not Southern. It's not even Cajun, which is the cliché always heard on TV--and badly, too. The accent is a port city accent, more related to New York or Boston than it is to the Southern drawl of any city below the Mason-Dixon line.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Feast
The Beatles' Greatest Hits
I'm an old fart, a child of the 60s. The photographs from then show the faces of the sexual revolution (the decade BEFORE hepatitis and HIV that, with oral contraceptives, evoked the sexual revolution. (As Austin Powers said, "Only sailors use condoms, baby.") "Fun, Fun, Fun," as the quintessential American 60s children, the Beach Boys, sang. Fashion exploded with colors that took us out of Kansas and into Oz. Peter Max, Andy Warhol, among others, led Pop Art, Op Art, Minimalism, Conceptual Art, and Performance Art. And the music. The music underwent a sea change from across the sea.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Beat
- Top Story - April 2022
A Dream Come TrueTop Story - April 2022
August 10, 1912, was a dream come true. My aunt and uncle had third-class tickets to board the RMS Titanic for a one-way trip to the USA. Uncle's illness was an ironic tragedy, for all his life he had dedicated every spare honest and ill-gotten penny toward his and his wife's emigration. When it came time to put up the 14 quid for the two tickets, he was more than prepared. Truth be told, his plan would launch him across the ocean just a step ahead of the regulators who would soon discover his embezzlement adventures and other fiscal misdeeds.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
It’s About Time We Addressed the 800-lb Nipple in the Room
It's about time we settled this whole nipple thing, once and for all. In the bud, so to speak. Are nipples really such a problem? Not for me; I'm for 'em. I'm all in, whether they come a pair at a time, singly, or even supramammary. Consider me an areolar, erectile enthusiast. Downright. Up-left, too.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Filthy
Birthday
On March 9, 2022, in Mariupol, Ukraine, after the World Health Organization already had verified 18 attacks on healthcare facilities, including those upon workers and ambulances, an attack apparently targeted a maternal and pediatric facility there. Children, newborns, and women in labor either escaped--or didn't--the rubble associated with the large crater impact. A world power casually stepped on the weakest and least powerful in a defining moment among a series of defining moments.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Humans
Package Deal
"When he was born, the doctors said it would be best if I didn't see him. He said his mind would never develop past the age of five and I should just put him in an institution. Because the burden of raisin' a child like that would be too great. So I smiled at him and I asked for the baby. Oh, how could anybody think that sweet, precious baby could ever be a burden?" --Idgie, Fried Green Tomatoes
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Families
- Runner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
SolipsismRunner-Up in We Have a Dream Challenge
We each make our own universe. All of the visible electromagnetic frequencies that strike our retinas, perturbations of air that oscillate our eardrums, temperatures that compare and contrast on our skin to derive a common sense of hot or cold, molecules that trigger our olfactory cranial nerve in a code deciphered higher up as smell--these are all data. The human brain, that majestic evolutionary assembler of such data and collator of it into meaning, is like a graphic user interface--a GUI like Windows or IOS. Others whom we encounter, with their own universes, are like the World Wide Web and have their own GUIs.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Humans