Welcome to Chat Rat Chronicles—a true collection of grit, laughter, and growing up wild in a town that doesn’t exist anymore. These are the untamed memories of two barefoot brothers and the family that built a life from scrap lumber, Sunday suppers, and sheer willpower. Before the mines closed and the maps erased our hometown, we made sure it gave us one unforgettable story to tell. This is where those stories live.
The summer before we could drive, we chased cool on ten-speeds—twelve blistering miles from Picher to Riverview Pool. What started as a ride for freedom became a journey into sunburns, daredevil dives, and baby oil goddesses. We thought we were chasing cool. But we were just riding home.
Before we were legends—chat-dusted, grinning, and marked by the joy of a day well lived.
The name “Dirty Little Glover Boys” started as a screen-door shout from a kid across the street. We didn’t take offense—we claimed it. And we’ve been wearing it like a badge ever since.
Our first date was dinner, horror, and a Karmel Korn catastrophe. I tried to impress Tina by playing it cool after spilling caramel popcorn across the movie theater floor. She didn’t run. She married me. That’s the story. That’s Crunch Life.