In an old tattered magazine was a full-page black and white ad that read: THE BEATLES LIVE IN NEW YORK CITY. Then, in smaller print: ENTER TO WIN. John and Paul were in the ad, but not George or Ringo — who knows why. And underneath everything, in tiny print at the bottom, the part that Dom couldn’t take his eyes off, was the fine print. It read: CONTEST CLOSES MAY 12.

No year was specified. Misprints and errors amused Dom, so what the hell, he cut the form out, filled it in, and mailed it away. He told his girlfriend. They laughed.

Weeks later Dom answered his phone. It was Bill from Capitol Records. A limo was on its way to take him to the airport, and from there he would fly to New York and to the concert. He had to leave right way.

It was a gag. It must have been a gag. But Dom called the airline, Pacific — which he’d never heard of — and there really was a reservation. So what the hell, he grabbed a bag and caught the flight. When it landed, a limo took him to Shea Stadium where the Beatles had played twice before. Dom thought it had been demolished, but he didn’t follow baseball so he wasn’t sure.

The stadium was empty and quiet except for a feint buzz of amplifiers waiting to explode. Dom followed the sound to the front of the stage. An enormous black curtain fell, and from behind it, the man from the ad approached his microphone and spoke. “Good evening New York, we’re glad to be back! This is off our new record!”

When I get to the bottom I go back to the top of the slide where I stop and turn and I go for a ride ’til I get to the bottom and I see you again…

Dom watched the entire performance in disbelief. All four of them, alive and well, young and loud, with only Dom to witness. George hadn’t died a decade ago, John hadn’t died two decades before that. None of this made sense. For two hours it was forty years ago.

On his way out, there was a merch table with a brand new shirt sitting on it. The front had The Beatles on it, and the back read: NEW YORK 1968. There was only one shirt left, and he took it. No one saw.

When he got home, his girlfriend asked about the shirt. “Just got it from the concert,” he said. It faded considerably on the flight home, even ripped in a few places. When she asked, he didn’t try to explain why it looked so genuinely old. Who would believe that anyway.