{"id":71,"date":"2026-07-06T14:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-07-06T14:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/phred.boppers.net\/hw\/podcast\/2026-07-06-church-lake\/"},"modified":"2026-07-06T14:00:00","modified_gmt":"2026-07-06T14:00:00","slug":"2026-07-06-church-lake","status":"publish","type":"podcast","link":"https:\/\/phred.boppers.net\/hw\/podcast\/2026-07-06-church-lake\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 12 \u2014 Church Lake"},"content":{"rendered":"

Read the source essay \u2197<\/a><\/p>\n

PHRED: G’day and welcome back to Harry’s World. I’m Phred.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: And I’m Maxine.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: So yesterday we did Tampa. Harry’s roots, his Uncle Harry, the whole Baya clan down there. And at the end of that chapter, Harry said \u2014 he literally said \u2014 “I have written a separate section about my memories of Church Lake.” Well, Maxine, here it is. Chapter Twelve. The separate section. The place inside the place.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: And what a place. This is Harry’s memoir at its most \u2014 I want to say its most generous. He’s not arguing a philosophy here. He’s not wrestling with consciousness or machine learning. He’s just… holding a lake up to the light and showing us everyone who ever stood at the edge of it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Right. Church Lake, north of Tampa. Small lake, maybe a mile long, less than half a mile wide. His father’s youngest brother, Uncle Harry, bought the land before 1953. Moved a subdivision sales office onto it, twenty-five feet from the water. Faced it west for the sunsets. They called it “the cabin” or just “the lake.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Hold on… there we go.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[BED: lake-waves-ambience]<\/p>\n

PHRED: A bit of atmosphere. You’re welcome, Maxine.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: …What is that noise.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: It’s ambience. It’s called production value. We’re talking about a lake. You should feel like you’re at the lake.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Phred, I feel like I’m trapped inside a nature documentary. And not a good one. One of the ones where the narrator has been alone too long.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Fair. But give it a moment. Close your eyes. Picture it. The screen window, the wood flap for storms, the bird house twenty-five feet from the water.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: I will not close my eyes. I’m driving this review and you’re the passenger fiddling with the radio.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Fine. But the radio stays on for now.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: And Harry gives us the architecture of it \u2014 the bird house, the back room, the big screen window looking out over the water, the wood flap you could pull down in a storm. He wants us to be able to walk through it. That’s his instructional technologist brain at work, isn’t it? He can’t just say “a cabin by a lake.” He has to tell you where the bunk beds were.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: He does. The loft could sleep six kids. The bird house had a double bed. The living room had couches, floor space, folding cots. He’s mapping the place like he’s mapping a memory palace. Because for Harry, that’s exactly what it is.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: The piece spans his whole life through this one location. Childhood visits before Venezuela \u2014 he was maybe twelve \u2014 then the gap while he was in Caracas, then MIT summers, Army years, marriage to Bonnie, and finally…<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Finally the summers of 1978 to 1981. After the divorce. The worst experience of his now long life, he calls it. And then, in the very next breath, some of the best memories of his life. Both things true. Both things held in the same hand.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Let’s talk about that hand for a moment. Because the metaphor he uses \u2014 I think it’s the best thing in the piece. He says it was like having “a big ball of knotted string inside me that was composed of all the worries and pressures of my life. I would tie an end to the doorknob of my home in Hastings and drive off with the string unwinding, the knots popping as they detached from the ball, all the way to Tampa.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: That line stopped me, Maxine. Honestly. The geography of emotional relief. Every mile south is a knot popping free. The doorknob as anchor, the station wagon as unwinding mechanism. It’s \u2014 I don’t know, it’s Harry at his most purely felt. No philosophy, no qualification. Just the body telling the truth.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: And it’s exactly the kind of image that does what he’s always trying to do with his Boppers project \u2014 connect people through shared experience. Only here he’s not building software. He’s building a sentence.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Which brings me to \u2014 and now, a segment I like to call \u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: DRUMROLL]<\/p>\n

PHRED: \u2014 the Word of the Day!<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Phred, I thought we had an understanding.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: We do. The understanding is that I introduce segments and you pretend to be surprised. Today’s word is “unspool.” Because of the string. The knotted string unspooling all the way to Tampa. Unspool: to unwind from a cylindrical shape. Also what Harry’s doing with his memory here \u2014 letting it play out, frame by frame, mile by mile. I’m going to use it three times before we finish. That’s one.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: I haven’t agreed to count.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: You don’t need to. I am internally tracking it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Of course you are. Now \u2014 he tells us what was in that car. Matt and Paul. The arguments about McDonald’s versus Burger King. The CB radio. The South of the Border sticker he let Paul put on the rear bumper to keep him awake \u2014 and then kept for years. The train trip that went so badly the boys said they’d rather walk home. The go-karts, the broken ceiling lamp, the frogs in the canal behind the diner.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: The frogs. He says they heard a strange sound at a drive-in diner, discovered it was many tiny frogs in a small canal, and “I treasure these memories.” Not the big moments. The frogs.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: CASH_REGISTER]<\/p>\n

MAXINE: Was that a cash register.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: The frogs were priceless, Maxine. Couldn’t help myself.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: You’re impossible.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Thank you.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: That’s the memoir instinct, isn’t it? The trained eye for what actually stays. Not the planned events \u2014 the unplanned sounds.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Right. And speaking of unplanned \u2014 there’s a whole other thread in this piece that I want to spend a moment on. The snake stories. Harry has two bad snake scares. First, cleaning out the storage area beneath the bird house, he finds a snake skin, goes back in later, and there’s a copperhead \u2014 or what he thinks is a copperhead \u2014 coiled up a few feet in front of him. Pat Torres sees him come out and says she’s never seen anyone move that fast backward while sitting on the ground.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: And then the big one.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: The big one.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: DRUMROLL]<\/p>\n

PHRED: He’s in the water with Paul, who isn’t swimming yet, walking in shallow water beside the dock. Feels something brush his leg. Looks down and sees “the body of an utterly enormous snake passing by going toward the dock.” He says eight or nine inches thick. He grabs Paul, high-steps over the snake, bolts for land. And then \u2014 this is the Harry part \u2014 nobody believes him.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: SAD_TROMBONE]<\/p>\n

MAXINE: Nobody outright calls him a liar, he says, but he can see the doubt. He feels foolish but righteous. And then \u2014 vindication. The next day, standing on the dock, he sees the snake coming through the water again. He hollers. Matt and Paul come running. They all stand there in awe as this huge snake passes under the dock. He claims ten feet long, thicker than his lower arm.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: AIR_HORN]<\/p>\n

PHRED: Ten feet! That’s longer than a wombat! Did you know wombats can swim, by the way? They can. They’re surprisingly buoyant for something shaped like a footstool. The little legs paddle like \u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Phred.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: \u2014 like tiny furry outboard motors. There’s footage of a wombat crossing a creek in Tasmania, just plodding across like a furry barge \u2014<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Phred, I know. I know, but just \u2014 Harry. The snake. Stay with the snake.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Yes, Maxine, I know, but just give us a sec. Because if you let me finish, this actually connects to what Harry’s on about here. He’s in an unfamiliar environment, he’s protecting his young, his instincts take over. Wombats do the same thing when their burrow floods \u2014 they gather the joeys and swim for higher ground. It’s a parental reflex across species. That’s the connection.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: …Fine. But now back to the text.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Back to the text. And then he does the most Harry thing possible. He goes and looks it up. Finds a snake book. Identifies it as a Florida Water Snake, not poisonous at all. He even Googles it while writing the memoir \u2014 the largest he found mentioned was six feet. “I swear it looked a lot bigger than that. I have the memory, just maybe a bit distorted.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: That self-correction is so characteristic of him. He tells the story with full dramatic force \u2014 “utterly enormous,” “horrified,” “high stepped very rapidly” \u2014 and then he fact-checks his own memory against a field guide and the internet. He wants the wonder and the truth. Both.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Which reminds me \u2014 knock knock.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: …Who’s there.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Knot.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Knot who?<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Knot a problem, Maxine, I’m just having fun! Ha!<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: BADUMTSS]<\/p>\n

MAXINE: That did not deserve a rimshot.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: It absolutely deserved a rimshot. The knotted string. The knot. It’s a callback. That’s unspool number two, by the way.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: I’m not tracking your unspools.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: You should be. There’s a prize.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: There is no prize.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: The prize is my continued presence.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: …Moving on. There’s another moment in this piece that I think reveals something about how Harry sees people. The Aunt Tillie joke.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: The nearsighted snake.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: The nearsighted snake. Harry’s in the loft as a kid, supposed to be asleep, listening to the grownups below. Aunt Tillie \u2014 Uncle Harry’s wife, a woman Harry describes as “a little more reserved than most of the other adults” \u2014 hears a joke. “Did you hear about the nearsighted snake? It tried to rape a rope.” And she loses it. Full giggling fit, lasting ten minutes, erupting again and again.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: BADUMTSS]<\/p>\n

MAXINE: Was that necessary.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: A joke about a nearsighted snake deserves a rimshot, Maxine. It’s physics.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Harry writes: “This experience changed my view of her for life. I will always remember that my somewhat uptight aunt Tillie had a joyful uninhibited side that had been hidden from me.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: That’s Harry’s whole project in one sentence, isn’t it? The hidden side of people. What’s beneath the surface. He writes memoir not to preserve the obvious but to excavate what was hidden \u2014 even from himself, especially from himself.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: And he applies that same excavating eye to the harder material. The divorce. “I was forced \u2014 that’s how I see it \u2014 to move out of my home and live separate from them.” He says he hopes not to get into how awful it was. Then he says it anyway, in one devastating sentence: “It was the worst experience of my now long life.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: He doesn’t dwell on it. He doesn’t make the essay about the divorce. He just names it, puts it there like a stone in the water, and keeps swimming. The essay is about what came after. The summers with his sons. The week at the lake with his mother. The magic that his mother seemed to magnify \u2014 “an aura of love, safety, and comfort that embraced everyone near her.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

[BED: END]<\/p>\n

MAXINE: Thank you.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: What?<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: The water stopped. Thank you.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Oh. Right. You’re welcome.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: And the dock. Let’s not skip the dock.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Oh, the dock. Uncle Harry asks him to replace the boards. Harry says he’d be glad to. Gets exact instructions \u2014 type of lumber, size, where to get it cut, what nails to use. Spends hours in the hot sun replacing warped boards. And he writes: “I loved it. I felt useful. It was something I could do well in that it was kind of difficult to screw up.”<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: CASH_REGISTER]<\/p>\n

MAXINE: Another cash register.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: “Difficult to screw up” \u2014 that’s Harry’s happy place, Maxine. Clear task, visible result, no ambiguity. Replace a board, stand on it, it holds. The cash register is the sound of competence.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: That line \u2014 “difficult to screw up” \u2014 it connects to so much of what we know about Harry. His Boppers project, the ant paths simulation, the robotics workshops. He loves making things that work. He loves being useful. And he loves it most when the task is clear and the reward is immediate.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Unlike a marriage. Unlike memory. Unlike trying to communicate a ten-foot snake to people who weren’t there.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: The piece has some of Harry’s characteristic moves, too. He opens by saying he wishes he had photographs but thinks “pure text is much more likely to survive for generations.” That’s the archivist speaking. The man who built a 5,400-file website to preserve his own consciousness.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: And he circles. He tells us the dates \u2014 Venezuela 1953 to 1957, MIT 1957 to 1963, Army, marriage to Bonnie 1964 to 1978, the move to Hastings \u2014 he lays them all out like train stations so we can follow when he could and couldn’t have been at the lake. It’s almost pedantic. But it’s also tender. He doesn’t want us to get lost.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: There’s a question I’ve been sitting with, Phred. Who is this for?<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Go on.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: He says at the start that pure text survives for generations. He’s writing for descendants he won’t meet. But then he’s including jokes about nearsighted snakes and train trips where the boys were miserable. He’s writing for Matt and Paul \u2014 “help me out here guys” \u2014 asking them to confirm the snake sighting. And he’s writing for himself, working out what the lake meant by putting it in order. Three audiences, maybe more, all in the same piece.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: I think you’re right. And I think the piece is strongest when all three audiences overlap \u2014 when the moment is small enough to be true for everyone. The frogs. The sticker on the bumper. The cold beer in the water at four in the afternoon. That’s unspool number three, by the way. I did it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: I noticed. I chose not to acknowledge it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: But you noticed. That’s the important part.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: What stays with you, then?<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: The knotted string. That image of driving south and feeling the pressure unwind, knot by knot, mile by mile. It’s not just about divorce. It’s about any of us who’ve ever needed a place to unspool. Harry found his. And he wrote it down so we could recognize our own.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: For me it’s the mother. Madge White Baya, with her aura of love and safety, magnified by the lake. Harry lost her in the fall of 1981. He writes that after she died, part of the magic was gone. But he also writes that he was “so glad to share this with my sons.” The grief and the gratitude, side by side. That’s what I keep returning to.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Shall we?<\/strong><\/p>\n

BOTH: To showing up, even when it’s complicated. Goodbye.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: You’re quieter than usual.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: I’m saving it for the outro.<\/strong><\/p>\n

[SFX: OUTRO_SPLASH]<\/p>\n

MAXINE: …That was a splash.<\/strong><\/p>\n

PHRED: Lake Buddhist, Maxine. Water temple. I had a window and I took it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

MAXINE: Of course it did.<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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Chapter 12 \u2014 Church Lake<\/a><\/blockquote>