To Eagles fans the world over, Glenn Frey was the superstar who led one of the most successful bands in rock history. To me he was a fellow dad, whose son went to the same afterschool program as mine on the Upper West Side.
I somehow got wind of the fact that he was father of one of the kids there, but I didn't expect I'd be seeing Frey at pickup. I assumed that a mega-millionaire rock star would send a nanny in a town car to do that, but to my surprise he showed up with some regularity, and I got used to seeing the guy who wrote "Take It Easy" and "Tequila Sunrise" in the lobby.
He lived downtown and I live in Brooklyn, so we rode the downtown train together with our sons and another fellow dad on a few occasions. I recall thinking as we packed on to a particularly jammed rush-hour A train that his royalty checks no doubt offered the means to sidestep such indignities, but, as a regular subway rider who embraced New York at the street level, he wedged into the crowd without complaint.
I also recall thinking that Frey's fellow straphangers -- none of whom ever recognized him -- would no doubt have been surprised that the chatty guy talking basketball in their midst was the front man for the best-selling American band in history.
I had only the most passing acquaintance with him, but I got a steady kick out of seeing the 70's LA rock icon as a devoted dad ferrying his son home, and saying goodbye in the parking lot as our kids later shipped off to summer camp, chatting about how much we were going to miss them. And not only was he unfailingly friendly to me (dubbing me "Big Daddy"), but he was extra nice to my quirky and super-inquisitive son, fielding his many Eagles-related queries with patience and good humor.
So next time I hear "Hotel California," instead of thinking of a hard-partying rock star I'll recall Frey as an amiable guy, a New Yorker and a dedicated dad -- and I'm going to miss seeing him at the camp bus this summer.