“There’s gonna be a Beatle show on Saturday morning. Everybody come!”
“Where? Where’s it gonna be?”
“In the Horton’s garage.”
I don’t know how long it was after the Beatles’ first Ed Sullivan appearance that the Beatle shows started happening in my neighborhood, but they lasted for the duration of 1964. The location was always revolving, like an after-hours rave. It might be in the Horton’s garage one Saturday, in the Willis’s backyard the following week.