Watt's World: The Man with No Name


The Man with no Name

I never planned on writing a blog about a man with no name, until I met one. This was originally going to a blog about a homeless man, however that all changed after I met him. Now I want to write about a man with no name, at least that is what he told me.

I have seen him walking up and down the streets of Bishop for as long as I can remember, he always had a backpack on and a bible in his hands. I became interested in his story after seeing him three times in the span of an afternoon. As I rode past him on my bike I realized I feel like I know him even though I’ve never said a word to him.

It was much harder to find him then I thought it would be, I spent an afternoon after a doctor’s appointment searching for him. When I finally found him things only got harder. He was sitting on a bench reading his bible out loud. I did not want to do or say anything to make him nervous, or maybe leave. I decided take the chance of asking what his favorite bible verse is. It took him a moment but he finally told me. I got lucky and it just so happens to be the same verse a friend sends to me when I’m having a rough time, Proverbs 3 verses 5 to 6.

We started talking and that was when I realized he hears voices. We would get into a conversation and he would suddenly start answering himself and then bring up something else. At one point he mentioned that he heard these voices and I didn’t know what to do. I felt something between shock and sadness. To me mental illness was something I only saw on TV or in movies, and here I was having a conversation with a man who hears voices. It did not make me think any different of him he was nice and even laughed at one point. We spent a few more minutes talking about the Bible.

I walked away from that conversation a better person, I could not tell you what forced him to live on the streets or how he gets by. What I can say is I hope one day to have my faith be as strong and unshakeable as the faith of the man with no name.

Watt's World: A Hook and a Good Book


A Hook and a Good Book

I couldn’t tell you Owen’s last name, or how many brothers or sisters he had, but I do know exactly how he got the scar on his cheek, and what made him come to Bishop in the middle of January instead of going to Mammoth. “For the fish” he told me, he came with his fly fishing literature class. Yeah I couldn’t believe it either, but apparently the college he attends in New Hampshire actually has a class called Fly Fishing Literature. He told me that every semester they pick a place to travel to, and spend about a week there fishing and learning about the local culture. I met him on the final night of his trip and he was tired and dirty, or as he described it to me “the look of success.”

We sat talking for a couple hours and he told me he was going to school to become an economist, but if it were up to him he would spend the rest of his life fishing. “There is just something so peaceful, yet satisfying about it.” There was this passion in his eyes when talking about it, and there was no way you could get the smile off his face when he pulled his phone out to show pictures of the fish he had caught. After seeing that reaction a part of me wanted to ask why an economist, and not something more suited to his passion for fishing. I decided it was better to just let the conversation keep going.

It was getting later in the night and more and more people were beginning to leave. I began to think how easy it is to think of Bishop in the winter as nothing more than a pit stop on the way to Mammoth. After all, every Friday we see a line of cars headed up there, and like clockwork come Sunday there go the same cars headed back down South. I have always seen “I live where you vacation” plastered around town. But it wasn’t until spending a night with Owen, hearing the passion in his voice with every story he told and the excitement on his face in every picture he showed me, that I truly understood that “I live where you vacation” is more than just a bumper sticker, or Instagram caption. It is something to be grateful for.

Watt's World: Has Social Media Changed Friendship?


Has Social Media Changed Friendship?

Friends-a person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection. That is the definition you would find in the dictionary. However today’s world of Facebook Instagram, and Snapchat. Does the word friend still mean that? I have spent the last few days talking to people. About the idea of friends and social media in general. I talked to two different people, the first was a guy named Daniel. Who has no social media at all. “I don't feel disconnected from my friends if anything I feel more connected to them.” They can’t just see that I posted something on Snapchat and decide to text me." I quickly realized that I had done that. I had been sitting on my phone and seen something someone had posted and decided to text them.

The next person I talked to was one of my friends Ritz. He has an Instagram and has now gone seven months without Snapchat. “It’s a benefit because I’m not on my phone as much.” We then talked about people not realizing how much time they spend on their phone. However the other thing he told me was.“Everyone has a Snapchat now and days.” “So many people use that for communication before texting it’s hard.” He is considering getting back on it just to get a hold of people easier. Through talking to these people and others, the one thing I took away. Most people feel as though “friendship” is now built on convenience. Yes, we all have those solid friends. However I will also admit I have people that I am friends with on Snapchat. Or follow on Instagram. I can’t remember the last time we actually hung out. Now maybe that is my fault, Or  maybe I have just been caught in Social Media's attempt to get me to believe I know more people than I actually do.

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New to BloggingBishop "Watt's World" Andy Watt is currently enrolled at Cerro Coso and pursuing a Liberal Arts degree with bigger dreams to become a history teacher. Andy has recently rediscovered his love for writing and will be a regular contributor to BloggingBishop. Wattt's World posts will be similar to Human Interest pieces in the newspaper, but Andy puts his own spin on them. We look forward to sharing his stories on www.bloggingbishop.com


A Day Among The Boulders

We see them walking down the aisles of Vons or standing in line at the coffee shop. Sunburned faces and giant backpacks strapped to their backs. What we don’t see is the stories that led them to the valley, Every summer we see college students, grandparents, and foreigners all come to the Eastern Sierras in search of adventure. However, rarely do we hear their stories what led them here why do they keep coming back? Recently I have been spending time around some of these people and have found one common theme. For them, it is not just about the scenery or the challenge of the next boulder. It is about the friendships found on the trails and bonds forged on the lake.

One of the people I met was a college student named Kevin. He had just finished his second year at UCLA, he told me one night he was sitting in his dorm room when he saw a picture of the mountains on his Instagram feed. “I immediately felt the need to go there,” he began to explain to me that some of his friends had taken a year off after high school to explore the world. He was so excited that he got into his dream school it was all he thought about. He would see their Instagram photos from all of these beautiful places and wonder what it would be like. “I was focused on earning money for school and then going to school I didn't have time to be jealous” That all changed for him the night he saw that picture of the Eastern Sierras.“I finally felt the urge to go explore as my friends had”, While his friends went to Mexico and Europe. Kevin wanted to head for the mountains. “Climbing, Fishing, Hiking, and maybe a couple rounds of golf why go anywhere else?” There I was twenty minutes from my house listening to a complete stranger talk to me about the power this valley has already had on him, and it was only halfway through June. It is sometimes easy for me to forget how amazing each day I spend out exploring is. After all, I am lucky enough to live where people come to vacation.