Jordan Ashford was on an artistic quest. Like a knight of olde, who pauses for a brief while at a river crossing to renew his personal focus and spiritual dedication to the noble quest, Jordan Ashford stopped at Starbucks – to write. It was an artistic quest he had. Jordan scribbled on a tiny napkin: My life and all the yesterdays of yesterdays Are clouded up All clouded up I cannot see them My mind is spinning Faster than the clouds Faster than the stars Jordan carefully folded the little paper napkin in half and placed it in his math workbook. He slipped his pen into a side pocket of his backpack, and headed out for class. Today was the first day of the spring semester. Salad days for an artist. Trying times for a knight.