I was the kind of kid who listened to her aunt’s Ray Conniff collection, so while the other kids were learning the latest New Wave tunes, I was memorizing the best of the ‘70s - BeeGees, Chicago, Barry Manilow, etc. One song I really liked was Midnight at the Oasis. I liked the imagery, I suppose – deserts, caravans, etc. I’ve always liked the idea of going on a caravan – you can put it down to too many Mills & Boons while growing up. The thing is, I don’t really care to see the desert, and caravans, when I really think about them, strike me as a really messy and uncomfortable setup. Of course, in this century/millennium, things don’t have to be uncomfortable and inconvenient unless you prefer them to be. People can have all the modern conveniences in their caravans and stay in really fun holiday parks besides. My grandmother, for instance, bought an RV shortly after retiring and it’s a really fancy setup. She could have traveled across the country if she wanted to, but she chose to park outside her friends’ house in San Bernardino. I wasn’t in the US when she had the RV or I would have persuaded her to travel in it. The experience would have been right out of Trixie Belden and The Red Trailer Mystery. Music from the ‘70s, books from the ‘50s-- you’re probably thinking I grew up with a confused idea of what decade it was.