My dad had given my sister and I our starter car, a red, old 1985 Chevy Blazer. It was so beat up, the taillights would fall off, and we would use red duct tape.

When I turned 16 and got my license, the Chevy Blazer was passed down from my sister, so it was very much a starter car.

My first car was a Chevy Cavalier. My dad somehow convinced me that it was a hot sports car because it was red.

We all have challenges. You can let them be obstacles or roadblocks, or you can use them.

Growing up in the hot Last Vegas desert, all I wanted was to be free. I would daydream about traveling the world, living in a place where it snowed, and I would picture all of the stories that I would go on to tell.

We can get rid of red tape.