I heard on the 8am radio news that Patrick Swayze died after a 2 year struggle with cancer. For me, his film Dirty Dancing will ever cause me to remember the long hot summer of 1988. I’d just arrived in Germany, barely 20 years old, and all you ever heard coming out of the WRAF block windows was the sound track of Dirty Dancing. Truly the tracks of my years; halcyon days.
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