You Might Be a Chat Rat If…
BB gun scars, busted handlebars, and pride that outweighed caution—if your childhood came with a warning label and a cloud of chat dust, you might be one of us.
Epic Car Rescue: How Team Spirit Conquered the Muddy Pond
What started as a joyride turned into a mud-splattered rescue mission when our car high-centered in a pond—just an hour before kickoff. With our football jerseys soaked, our jeans stuck with tadpole slime, and the starting offensive line still missing from the bus, we had to claw our way out of Lawyers Pond, beat the clock, and prove once again that in Picher, survival was half the game.
Garage Fire Horror (and Humor): How We Set The Floor Afire
A homemade basketball goal. A spilled gas can. One match too many. What started as a trick-shot contest turned into a garage explosion, a flying drumstick, and a mama covered in flour. We didn’t just light up the court—we nearly torched the house. Welcome to Pearl Street physics, Chat Rat style.
Epic Inner Tube Ride: Four Cousins, One Ride, Zero Adults
A giant inner tube. A towering chat pile. One brave (and very unlucky) cousin. What started as a dare turned into a downhill disaster, complete with airborne wipeouts, dusty rescues, and a retirement no one challenged. Big Blue delivered the ride of a lifetime—and reminded us why no one wants to go first.
Caught in a Goose Attack: A Backyard Showdown with a Mean Goose
A backyard rinse turned into a full-contact goose brawl when Dennis got bit mid-thigh by a furious mother defending her nest. What followed was part slapstick, part survival instinct, and all chaos. One goose, one brother, zero dignity—and a memory that still makes me laugh every time Great White comes on.
Storytimes on the Porch: The Magic of Family Storytelling
My grandfather didn’t just tell stories—he summoned them. With a voice like gravel and a bobcat squall that made dogs bark and kids jump, Grandad Ben turned every porch into a stage. His stories shaped me, stayed with me, and now I’m writing them down before they vanish for good.
Wild Kids’ Rodeo: Hog Riding and Backyard Bacon Bustin’ Fun
We turned a pig pen into a rodeo ring, climbed the A-frame like stuntmen, and launched ourselves onto an angry sow named Suzy Q. The rides were wild, the landings rough, and Dad’s reaction? Legendary. Bacon Bustin’ wasn’t just a sport—it was summer survival, Pearl Street-style.
Stripes
A backyard go-kart ride turned airborne disaster when my brother slammed the brakes—and I became a human launch ramp. Mud flew, engines screamed, and my Batman shirt took a hit it would never recover from. No helmets, no regrets—just the Glover way: full speed, no brakes, and always a good story.
Chat Rat Physics
One shiny new minibike. One homemade launch ramp. And one wide-eyed kid named Ronnie who didn’t know what he was in for. This is the story of how gravity, plywood, and two wild Glover boys turned a summer stunt into legend—and why some scars fade, but the stories never do.