Jan 25, 2022
4 min read
I’ve Got the Music in Me
An old cassette tape and a world of memories
When I was a kid, my sisters and I used to take the bus up to my grandparents’ apartment on the north side of Chicago. They lived in a 41-story apartment building overlooking Lake Michigan. The 151 bus let us off at Goethe street. Nana made sure we all knew that Goethe was a German poet and that we knew how to properly pronounce his name.
