. Andrea's house, in Malibu, looking across the deep blue of the Pacific and relishing the cool breeze wafting through my hair. My laptop was open, my...script doctor program up and running, with nothing but a blank screen.A memory came into my mind. I was sitting at my computer, typing away at an early draft of "The Amazon." Andrea was lounging on my bed.I need to get my foot in the door first. Give the Hollywood studio heads what they want. Then once I've got a few hits under my belt, I'll have. I can distinctly remember my father telling me " Jack, as a man you've gotta be willing to make sacrifices.". At the time I was confused by the almost cryptic sentence but as I got older I learned what he meant by that. For me specifically that meant that I had to start working in the shop by myself more. My teenage years consisted primarily of going to my small school from 7 to 2, working at our store until about 8 or 9 and then finally going home and trying to do enough school work to pass my. The subtle smell of damp leaves and wild garlic take me straight back to earlier times when we were here. I look across to the two trees, side by side, where I was tied for blissful hours. The birch tree from where you cut the twigs with the same hunting knife that you used to slice through my clothing.Out of you bag appears something unexpected, a video camera and tripod. I know there are other 'unexpected objects' in your bag but I daren't think about them. I don't wait to be told. I don't. Back in Rex Barney's day over at old Memorial Stadium, he used to give out what he called contracts to fans that made a good catch. Would you like to try something like that?" We can't say, "Give that fan a contract'," I said loudly. "The Birds probably have that copyrighted, or we'd get struck by lightening." No," said Ambrose with a smile at my bad imitation, "but the announcer might yell, 'Great catch! Sign him up.' What do you think?" Make sure it's both him and her," said Mrs. Ambrose."And.