On February 19, 1979, I was in a plane crash with my father, his girlfriend Sandra, and the pilot of our chartered Cessna. Sandra was 30 years old. My dad was 43. I was 11. Just after sunrise, we slammed into a rugged 8,600-foot mountain engulfed in a blizzard. By the end of our nine-hour ordeal, I was the only survivor.
And so reads the book jacket for Norman Ollstead's memoir "Crazy For The Storm," and frankly, even in today's climate of blockbusters, sequels and spinoffs, if someone walked into a pitch meeting with that alone, they'd walk out with a deal. And it has certainly nabbed the attention of Sean Penn.