“I couldn’t help thinking about Vicki. We’d had some great times in Palm Springs – making love under the clear desert sky, romantic dinners at the Biltmore, cocktails on a yacht on the Salton Sea and “Two Sleepy People” playing endlessly on the hi-fi. All those memories started getting to me. That’s the trouble with the Springs — something in the atmosphere of the place does weird things to your emotional state, and that desert voodoo was hitting me big time…”