To him, the Beehive was “where all of the local artists, all of the filmmakers” were, he said. As a suburban kid in those pre-internet days, the North Versailles native found in the Beehive something he didn’t know existed: a community for people like him, “some weird kid wearing like a three-quarter-length leather coat” who read Jack Kerouac and sought out imported Charlie Parker cassettes. Rullo discovered it shortly after it opened, during his freshman year at Point Park University.
