Dirty Dancing was on TV tonight, in tribute to Patrick Swayze–may he rest in peace–and though I hadn’t planned on watching it, I found myself unable to resist. I just can’t see that movie too many times, I guess.

In fact, I think I’ve written about Dirty Dancing here before, and it also plays a part in a scene from my sorely-neglected novel-in-progress. A few years ago, Mosaic Minds published that scene as a short story, and I think it’s one of the better bits of fiction I’ve written. It’s here, if you haven’t read it before and have a few minutes to kill.