All day parking, one block from the Atlantic.

If you parked here before this spring, you probably met Andy's dad. He kept a chair by the entrance and had a story for everybody who pulled in.

Philip Creech McClellan was born December 16, 1937, to Edward Palmer McClellan and Helen Creech McClellan. He studied civil engineering at the University of South Carolina and spent his working life building things. Houses first, as a residential builder, and later deals, as a real estate broker. People who knew him young remember a man who could turn an idea into something you could stand inside, and who was especially proud of a little dump truck he owned back when nobody else around had one.

He and Jean bought their first place on Folly in 1968 and raised seven children on the island. He led Boy Scout Troop 38 in Riverland Terrace, coached kids' sports and belonged to the Optimist Club of James Island. He read all the time.

Most mornings he walked the beach and picked up shells. When the walking got harder he parked his truck facing the water and watched the ocean from the cab. He drove his grandkids to school and tried to hand them a hundred dollar bill for lunch money, every single day, and they never once took it. On trash day he cruised the neighborhoods of James Island looking for things other people had given up on, and he usually came home with something. Jean's favorite was the birdhouse condominium he built in the tree out front.

He passed this past March, at 88, after a lifetime on the island with Jean. The church where the family said goodbye is on Center Street, two blocks from the lot.

His chair is still by the entrance. Mama Jean's, named for his Jean, still fills the front yard with trees every December. And Andy still has more Dagwood stories than he has hours in a day. Park, say hello, and ask for one.