About Events with BeetleCat
The soft dusk air held promises of woodsmoke and swimsuits, and the old trees turned colors like they always did. The nearby Beltline flowed with slow joggers, handholding lovers, frustrated cyclists, dogs and kids running here and there. And at the Beetlecat oysterette, docked and open for business, you could hear the giddy laughter and practically taste the good things, the kind that filled hearts and made the night whole.
