This is for my uncle Ellis, who coached Little League in Henrico for more years than anyone can remember.
He worked at the post office during the day and still made it to the field with a bucket of balls, a folding chair, and that old whistle he wore around his neck. He was harder on the kids who had no one else showing up for them, but he also drove them home when their parents were late.
He never had children of his own. Somehow half the county still called him Coach.
Virginia remembers presidents and battlefields. I wanted one small place to remember him.