Louie Laki worked in a foundry and enjoyed a glass of homemade wine. He was kind, and had a motorcycle, and crushed his grapes in the backyard. He would cut your grass or fix your fence and invite you over to relax under the vines. He washed his wine casks in the lane.
Normally that’s the kind of anecdote told at weddings or a funeral, but in Toronto, Laki has a street sign with his name on it for posterity.
