A couple months ago, I received an email from an Expanding Dan subscriber named Dave White, a resident of the Kansas City suburbs, who said he wanted to find a good home for his extensive collection of Steely Dan memorabilia.
“I turn 70 in June,” he wrote, “and it’s time to get rid of most of my things since the kids don’t want them.”
Soon packages began arriving at my doorstep. The boxes held all manner of wonders: rare vinyl, press kits, posters, tour programs, issues of the fanzine Metal Leg. It was like Christmas coming every few weeks.
