Louis Laszlo

Laci (and Magda) made a big contribution to my upbringing when I most needed it. Laci shared much love during his regular visits after my father died. From a day at Monmouth Park watching the horse races to indulging my passion for steam engines and other trains, he was the man who brought some of my happiest teenage memories to life. He also helped me through some sticky situations when I was trying to grow up too quickly.

In 1977, I was 15 years old and working a summer job...