Tales of a Wild Goose Chase

(huff fin Bach seat driver)... Aye kin recall when both offspring (yay high) as a small child and now ma deux daughters (fledgling young chicks though they be), flew the coop, sans answering, when call of the wild dialed their biological cell phone rang off the hook as post pubescence metamorphosis (into young adulthood), they gingerly did brook arbiters as consensual nymphs baited verboten fruit yum zook thus, freed as private on call designated papa chauffeur de jure yet, a nostalgic feelings surface within mine being, when many occasions witnessed this night owl barely awake stumbling out the front door nonetheless diligently donning "taxi driver" hat now, a virtual dust collector replaced by near identical head gear capped upon me noggin monogramed with pet name "hubby" and/or "matt" thy (well worn) first name, despite futile protestation simmering into tit for tat case in point encompasses this poetic blip instinctually navigating (southeast as the counting crows fly) (with ma own embedded global positioning satellite micro chip) from Schwenksville habitue to center city Philadelphia, Pennsylvania where, nary agitation viz calm, cool, and collected demeanor did e-clip, nor (as prevailed during anxiety fraught youth), emotional state would hove done a flip with clenched steering wheel, whar white bar knuckles would grip but nowadays (courtesy of targeted prescription medications) mien psychological state quite mellow, and approaches ferrying human cargo via 2009 Hyundai Sonata as one shaded eyes, cool cat, and (so like...mon) really hip telling spouse to pipe down and zip her lip lest she wants the aggravating maneuver, thru plethora of pedestrians (nope, yours truly DID NOT run anybody over)! This mister plied his way to 1601 Market Street with nary a hitch though returning back northwest to our abode entailed a bit hove va glitch when orientation found me way off beaten bath, (a quarter tank of gas) circling the Philadelphia Airport with "Welcome to Tinicum Township)," some natural wildlife niche, and of course did NOT confess getting lost, then breathing sigh of relief espying urban skyline, where Ben Franklin statue forever frieze a stitch in time, and even rumbling deafening noise elicits nada flinch!