🏁 Welcome to Chat Rat Chronicles

Mischief, memory, and chat dust from a town that no longer exists.

Hey there,
I’m Eric Glover—storyteller, memory hoarder, and self-proclaimed “Real Chat Rat.”

I grew up barefoot and bulletproof in Picher, Oklahoma—a town so tough it mined itself off the map. We had lead in our blood, chat dust in our lungs, and just enough sense to survive the dumb things we dared each other to do. Most days.

This space is my way of bottling that dust before the wind carries it all away.

Each post here will drop you into the heart of a story—sometimes laugh-out-loud funny, sometimes a gut punch, sometimes both. You’ll meet my brother Dennis (the instigator), Grandad Ben (the original porch storyteller), and a whole cast of characters who made growing up in a Superfund site feel like a coming-of-age epic.

Why write it down now?
Because memory is slippery.
Because my dad forgot the names of his grandkids before he forgot his own.
Because stories are how we fight back.

So if you like:

• Stirring up trouble before the streetlights come on

• Stories that blend humor with heart

• Finding out what happens when you build a bike with no brakes and ride it down a chat pile...

You’re in the right place.

🧨 Subscribe for new chapters, fresh stories, and the occasional explosion

Stick around — you’ll get one full-throttle tale at a time, straight from the vault. No fluff. No spam. Just dirt-under-the-fingernails storytelling from a town that ain’t there anymore.

Welcome to the Chronicles.

Let’s light a match and set the floor afire.

– Eric

(You’ll also get a free download of one of my wildest chapters: “Full Speed Stupid.”)