On This Sunday: It’s No Joke

Of all the horrible things the bigoted orange twine ball that is Donald Trump has said and done, his long-documented mistreatment of women has drawn the greatest deal of attention as of late.

We all know by now Trump’s penchant for publicly talking about his supposed sexual conquests, demeaning women for being too old or too fat, how he wants to bang his own daughter Ivanka among a whole host of horrendous things he’s been known to say. Within the last week, several women have come forward to allege that Trump has sexually assaulted them in the past. I have no reason not to believe these women, as with most people who have experienced something as horrific as this by anyone else.

Sexual assault is a serious matter that sometimes takes having to know someone who has experienced such a thing to truly understand its impact. It’s also through different yet fundamentally similar life events that help to tangentially apply one’s understanding of sexual assaults in general.

Within the last few months, two female friends of mine directly told me they have been sexually assaulted in their lives — both instances marking the first time anyone has ever told me such a thing. One told me she was once date-raped while the other was not specific about what happened but I was able to easily deduct it was something terribly bad. I suspect there are many more women in my life — friends, former colleagues and maybe even relatives — that also have stories like this but I have either yet to know or will never know. Although difficult in nature, I hope to have more private conversations like this from people who are willing to share their own experiences so that I can better empathize with them, cope with them and heal with them. It truly makes a difference.

I never experienced sexual assault myself although growing up, I have been abused in other ways to understand the trauma and horror that victims undergo. They all share common traits — a seemingly powerful person taking advantage of someone seemingly indefensible.

Such was the case when I grew up as a child, living with a physically-abusive father. It was horrible at each turn — the fear, the pain, the trauma, the feelings of defenselessness. I finally escaped all that when I entered foster care at age 13, although one of my subsequent foster parents engaged in psychological abuse with the same effects as what I went through with my father. It was under their care I once attempted to commit suicide. Bottom line, my father and that particular foster parents can rot in hell. I wish the same or for some kind of justice for those who engage in sexual assaults. There is no rhyme or reason for any of this type of behavior.

Oh, and screw Trump. Anyone but him on Nov. 8.

Reflections and Expectations: Let’s Do the Numbers

A nod to Marketplace in the title this month.

Join me in this look back at the month that was in the latest Reflections and Expectations.


Ghirardelli Chocolate Festival in San Francisco, Sept. 10 – For the second year in a row, I got my chocolate fix at this annual event, which marks its 21st year for the organizers. Even though I’ve cut down on candy consumption since the last event, I still love Ghirardelli chocolates and couldn’t help myself but to make another visit this year. Chocolates, coffees, tea, ice cream, pastries among other items made for an expectedly overwhelming yet sweet Saturday afternoon in this City by the Bay.

Steel Wheels Conference in Sacramento, Sept. 24 – Hosted by RailPAC, I participated in this annual conference on the state of passenger rail in California and around the country. This was my second conference after my first one in the same city back in 2014. I enjoyed it as much as the last one I attended and got a lot out of it.


  • Beginning of the end of grad school – My tenth and final course of the Master of Science in Transportation Management degree program at San Jose State University starts later this month. The transportation systems planning and development course will run through December, closing out my nearly three years in the program.

By the Numbers

A new feature within this series, breaking down some random facts each month in numerical terms.

In September…

  • Total miles spent driving any car: 96 (up from zero in August)
  • Number of days spent looking for the next big thing: 58 (as of Sept. 30)
  • Amount of sniffles during a live, nationally-televised debate: Zero (…and I kept it that way!)

How was your September? What are you looking forward to in October? Share your thoughts below. I’d love to hear from you.

On This Sunday: 15 years ago

Everyone is often asked where they were and what they were doing at the moment when they heard about several hijacked commercial airliners crashing into the World Trade Center towers in New York, the Pentagon and a field in western Pennsylvania on this day in 2001. My story is about as unremarkable as anyone else’s but it is worth sharing in this space or in any online platform for the first time.

On Sept. 11, 2001, I was 12 years old and just started 7th grade at John Burroughs Middle School in Los Angeles. At the time, I was living with my biological father in the Koreatown neighborhood of the city. It was during the 6 a.m. PT hour when I was awoken to audio from our television set in another room. It was morning and tuning in to local news seemed like a customary thing to do. When I came over to see what was on the television, it was bad. It wasn’t like a live aerial footage of a traffic accident on one of L.A.’s many freeways tying up traffic somewhere or a wildfire breaking out in the hills. By the time I saw what was on the television set, one or both of the hijacked airliners crashed into the Twin Towers. Being more than 2,000 miles away from where this and the attacks in Pennsylvania and the Pentagon happened, I saw no reason to feel scared about what was going on and neither did most around me in this West Coast city where I grew up.

I went to school shortly after. Coincidentally, the Los Angeles Unified School District scheduled in advance that very day to be a half-day for students at JB — what students often referred to the school. There were certainly discussions among the students, faculty and staff about the events that occurred earlier that morning on the East Coast although nothing else seemed out of the ordinary about the day. No stepped up security or anything. All the students including myself were still trying to process what was going on while being somewhat gleeful over the fact it was a half-day anyway.

Using my LACMTA student transit pass, I took some buses around the city to see how this second-largest city in the nation was responding to the morning’s terrorist attacks on the other side of the country. At least from my own recollection, the Starbucks near my school closed its doors for the rest of the day. The Metro Red Line subway service was shut down and stations shuttered (I specifically remember going to the Wilshire / Vermont station where the gates draped over the portal to the station).

Later that day, I came back home to watch more of the television news coverage. All the major broadcast stations were still on this story — reporters and anchors from their network news divisions helming the nonstop coverage with occasional local news cut-ins to update viewers on local responses and reactions to the terrorist attacks. Even a local broadcast affiliate of the Home Shopping Network at the time (now a Spanish-language network affiliate), which normally didn’t air any news or local programming, was feeding in live rolling coverage from either CNN or ABC News. Then-President George W. Bush gave a televised address to the nation that night, vowing to hunt down and bring to justice the individuals responsible for the attacks.

For that day, that’s all I could recount. Again, nothing remarkable.

Nine years later on Oct. 18, 2010, I would find myself visiting the first of the two 9/11 memorial sites on the East Coast. While on a trip to Washington, D.C. for a PRSSA Conference, I took the Washington Metrorail with some friends to the Pentagon. While we didn’t go in the facility, we visited a public space outside of the Pentagon that included a memorial for the victims killed at that site.

Two years later on Sept. 29, 2012, I visited the National September 11 Memorial and Museum in New York. I also captured a shot of the One World Trade Center tower, which was still under construction at the time.

On this day back in 2001, after the nation realized what just happened and began to process it all, I still didn’t know what to make of the morning’s events. I also never expected that years later, I would find myself visiting two of the three sites that collectively came to symbolize the worst moment in our nation’s history. Having visited the memorials at the Pentagon and World Trade Center, it puts a lot into perspective. Being at those sites in person to observe what these places look like, what they feel like and picturing the sheer loss of life that had taken place years before, I felt that I finally understood the true impact 9/11 has had on the country as a whole. Even though I didn’t know anyone that died in these attacks, I can better empathize with the families and friends of the victims who did.

These visits in 2010 and 2012 aren’t anything remarkable either. It’s also just like any other story you might hear from anyone else. However, the main takeaway is that I finally can make something of all this — 15 years to the day since I began to process what just happened.

On This Sunday: Flip-adelphia

No, not that drinking game from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. I’m referring to this — an iconic fixture at the city’s 30th Street Station, its main passenger rail terminal.

Yes, the flipping display board that’s known as the Solari board, named after its Italian manufacturer. Once common in airports and train stations all around the world, only a few of these remain as digital display boards become the norm. By the year’s end, Philly will make its upgrade as well.

It was this past week back in 2012 when I moved to Philadelphia from SoCal for a one-year service with AmeriCorps. I ultimately moved back to California after a little more than a year living on the East Coast.

Even though my time in the City of Brotherly Love was short, the sight and sounds of the clicking and clacking from 30th Street Station’s Solari board is one I still remember vividly and fondly. I share the same level of appreciation for this board as the natives of the Delaware Valley. Being a devoted fan of trains before I even moved to Philly, this board always became a welcome part of my numerous Amtrak train travels to cities like New York City, Atlanta, Baltimore, Chicago and Boston. Even when I was simply passing through to make local transit connections, I would sometimes stop to watch and listen to the board as it became a personal source of amusement at each turn.

The 30th Street Station Solari board: Much like Philly itself, I hardly knew ye. You will be greatly missed.


12:52 a.m. ET on Nov. 12, 2012. Taken on my way back home from Atlanta!

Reflections and Expectations: Take It Easy

Hiking at the Almaden Quicksilver Park and Jackson Browne in Downtown San Jose

On the hunt again, staying in shape in all sorts of ways and not quite running on empty with Jackson Browne.

Let’s look back at the month that was in the latest Reflections and Expectations. Join me, won’t you?


VSCE – Earlier this month, my stint with this Oakland consulting firm ended after a six-week run. I was grateful for the opportunity to slowly return to my community relations in transportation roots with the firm during my short time there. I’m still focused on finding out where I will be going next.

Getting active – To find some low- to no-cost ways of filling time while I continue to look for work, I embarked on three new activities in addition to my existing weekly yoga practice to get out of the house more and keep myself active — Krav Maga, hiking and going to the gym.

  • Krav Maga – On Aug. 6, I visited the Tactica Krav Maga Institute in Santa Clara for a trial course on this Israeli self-defense system. I decided to give it a try after a July incident in San Jose where I was nearly assaulted by a belligerent homeless man at a bus stop. That, combined with some already lingering interest in this form of martial arts, led me to take this up. In sum, it was as intense as one would expect for an activity like this but I absolutely enjoyed it. Even after only one session, I already have a better understanding of how to defend myself when the situation warrants it. I’m interested in continuing with these sessions in the future although such plans will be on hold for now.
  • Hiking – For the first two Sundays of the month, I went on a hike to the Almaden Quicksilver Park here in Santa Clara County. This was my first solo hiking venture, spending a couple of hours at each turn walking along some of the many trails within the park. Over time, I hope to make more visits to this park to cover as many of the trails as possible. I also hope to visit some of the other hiking trails throughout the county, the Bay Area and beyond.
  • Going to the gym – After being constantly prodded by their SiriusXM radio ads, I took up a membership at Retro Fitness in San Jose. In the middle part of the month, I began making near daily visits to get more cardiovascular exercises going. I hope this is something I can keep up on a regular basis for as long as possible. The low-cost monthly membership and the overall great atmosphere of the gym makes it all the more attractive.

Jackson Browne – On Aug. 16, I went to see this legendary singer-songwriter perform at the City National Civic in San Jose. I’ve been a fan of Jackson Browne since 2010 — my junior / senior years at Cal State Fullerton — along with his activism on environmental and social causes.

Bearing in mind how much of a fan I still am of Ellie Goulding, I expected as much that Jackson’s concert would be of a different atmosphere with its demographics and energy levels compared to Ellie’s concert at nearby SAP Center in April. Nevertheless, I still enjoyed listening to Jackson perform and, even through his music, he still advocates for a better country and a better world through the messages in his songs.

Seeing two of my absolutely favorite musicians performing this year in venues so close to home? I couldn’t have asked for anything better.


  • RailPAC Steel Wheels Conference in Sacramento – This will be my second one after the 2014 conference in the same city. RailPAC is a passenger rail advocacy organization in California and Arizona, for which I’ve been a member since 2014. It’s part of my efforts to gradually move away from PRSA in favor of more locally transportation-focused organizations.

How’s your summer coming along? What are you looking forward to as the fall season nears? Share your thoughts below. I’d love to hear from you.

On This Sunday: Fun with Maps

On Friday night, I stumbled upon mapchart.net to create maps of California counties and U.S. states I have lived in and visited. Why? Because I still have quite a ways to go before I ever find myself dating anyone for the first time in my life.


For the California counties map, bear in mind that there are 58 counties in the Golden State and I have so far lived in three of them — the current being Santa Clara County in the Bay Area. Having grown up in SoCal, I spent about half of the cumulative years of my life in Los Angeles County — the most populous county in the state and the nation — as well as the tail-end of my teenage years and early adult years in Orange County.

Marked in yellow are passthrough counties, where I have passed through such jurisdictions by some form of ground transportation but did not exit the vehicles to physically set foot anywhere within their geographical limits. Most of the yellow counties are rural and sparsely populated although some of the notable exceptions include San Luis Obispo, Contra Costa and Butte (home to the City of Chico).

Over time, I expect to visit more counties — both the never-traveled in grey as well as formally visiting the ones in yellow. After I gain any major ground, I will provide an update on this space. For now, the tally of all counties visited, lived and passed through are 33.


Onto the states. The current tally of all visited, lived and passed through states are 27 plus the District of Columbia. I have only resided in two states so far with California being where I’ve called home for all but a few cumulative years of my life (I was born in and spent parts of my early life in South Korea, for which I will not cover in this post.)

Five states currently hold the passthrough distinction, which is the same idea with the counties earlier. This is down from seven at the start of 2016. This year, I managed to change the statuses of Arizona and Texas — formerly airport layover passthroughs in 2013 — by formally taking trips to Phoenix and Dallas in January and July, respectively. Visiting any of the remaining yellow states is a low priority although I hope to formally visit those states at various points in the future.

In the years to come, I hope to cover as many of the never-traveled states as possible through various means. Salt Lake City, Kansas City / St. Louis and New Orleans in the states of Utah, Missouri and Louisiana, respectively, are high on my list of new cities I want to visit next. Memphis, Minneapolis and the state of Hawaii are my so-called second-tier destinations under consideration as well. The rest of the country could be covered through future Amtrak long-distance train travels although Wyoming and South Dakota are the only two in the contiguous United States currently without passenger rail service. Regardless of the purpose or the mode of transportation, I hope to cover all 50 states in due time.

Enough with my wonky, geographical exhibitions. I should probably find some more things to do in life, preferably with other people involved somehow.

Winners and Losers: It’s Not a Normal Year

It’s been about two years since my last edition of Winners and Losers. Had to bring it back as so much has gone on in the world since my last edition. As always, I’ll be highlighting people who deserve our deepest respect as well as those who should be called out somehow.


Team U.S.A. – I did not watch the Rio Olympics, which continues my long-standing happenstance tradition of not watching the Olympics. However, the U.S. Olympics team often leads the world in the medal count including gold medals in these games. If those athletes were able to deal with competing in a country dealing with rampant political and socioeconomic turmoil as well as one of their own ruining some of the glory for the rest of our home team, I say they deserve all the credits and sponsorships they can possibly get. Except Ryan Lochte. The man is a douche.

Ellie Goulding – Only because I’ve become a big fan of her music for a full year now. I went to her concert in April at the SAP Center in San Jose and I still listen to her songs on Spotify. I just wanted to throw this in here to vainly make that point clear.

The mother and daughter at this Bernie Sanders rally I attended in Oakland on Memorial Day


Roger Ailes and Bill Cosby – These men both established themselves as monumental figures in news and entertainment, respectively. Their fame, wealth and power allowed them to allegedly mistreat women in such unspeakable ways that, at the end, we see them both in a much different light.

Before their misdeeds became public, I always thought Bill Cosby was generally an okay actor and comedian. Roger Ailes, on the other hand, launched Fox News — a platform that I would say is the worst if not for more rabid right-wing outlets Breitbart that have emerged since then. Nevertheless, I have no respect left for any of these men although I never had an opinion on Ailes anyway.

Bernie-crats – Yes, I was among the millions that supported and voted for Bernie Sanders in the Democratic primary here in California back in June.

I always admired Bernie for his genuinely populist streak that Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump only pretend to have. I was disappointed but not surprised like everyone else that Sen. Sanders didn’t get far but I have no regrets as I truly believed in his message and still do. I’m skeptical that Hillary Clinton will even care to pursue the same vision and policy proposals Sanders put forth during his campaign. Very, very skeptical.

The American electorate – Oh, what the hell. In this instance, we’re all losers in this election cycle. Unless you are among the handful of people who are genuinely enthusiastic about Trump or Clinton, none of us will get any real satisfaction no matter who gets elected. Even if you’re voting for Jill Stein, Gary Johnson or some other third-party or independent candidate, we all still lose. I’m voting for Stein to break from my usual tradition of voting for a major party ticket. I’m not entirely thrilled about it but it is an option I am choosing to exercise this time around.

If only Pres. Obama could run for a third term in office. I always liked him and probably more now than ever before. His approval ratings in his final year in office is no joke.

What’s your take on these subjects? What’s your take on what I have to say? Chime in below. I’d love to hear from you.