I think it was the spring of 89, I found myself in Hong Kong and I found myself sitting at a bench overlooking the harbor. A senior Chinese gentleman sat next to me and we were looking at the new billboard. The one of the painter brushing the Chinese flag over the British.

He told me how he lived in Beijing and the communist came so he moved to Shanghai until they caught up and took Shanghai. He had lived for a few decades in HK, and told me he can't run anymore.

Sometimes you meet the best of people, when you least expect it. 25 years later and I'm still pulling for him.

I hope the protests lead to reforms.