A little lyric from “In the Heights” wiggles into my mind whenever I approach my neighborhood subway:
Now, You’re probably thinkin,
“I’m up shit’s creek
I never been north of ninety-
It’s a goodhearted dig at upscale Broadway audiences. It’s also the momentary jingle of my commute to and from 96th Street.
Musical landmarks litter New York, but the conductor of my brain never tires of this musical flash.