Cousin Lou The Vintage Menace

By midmorning, very little had happened. There had been coffee, several conversations about what needed to be done, and a long discussion about who had last seen the shipping forms. The project board looked exactly as it had two hours earlier. Lou came through the door without announcement and stopped just inside, cigar in the corner of his mouth, hands in his pockets. A chair immediately came down from its reclined position. Someone found the shipping forms. Two people discussing lunch suddenly remembered a deadline, while someone else hurried toward the project board. Lou watched for a moment, then nodded. “Looks like you’ve got it handled.” He turned and walked back out. The room stayed quiet until the door closed. “Anybody know who called Lou?” Nobody did. By lunch, they were ahead of schedule.