I had a propensity for mischief growing up. I was a risk taker, an adventurer and a questioner of authority. I guess that’s what happens when your parents were hippies, you traveled the southwest and Mexico in a Volkswagen, and sometimes it was easier to ask forgiveness than permission….or just take the consequences. I raked a lot of dog crap. But…the summer before my freshman year, my family decided the best way to keep me from making too much mischief was to put me to work at Bisbee Bug, my uncle’s auto repair business. Everyday I showed up with my…