An Open Letter From the CN Tower

Dear Torontonians,

I know by now you’ve probably heard rumours that I, your beloved tower, am no longer a candidate for the Guinness Book of World Records.

I know now that there is another tower courting you, a much younger tower, a tower with some fancy foreign sounding name, one which, dare I say, is a little bigger in the freestanding structure department.

Now I’ve never been one to suffer from tower envy. When did I need to? But I know how we’ve sneered at them in the past. I’m thinking of course of the laughably named Sky Tower in Auckland, New Zealand or the Eiffel Tower in the city of love. I suppose one must be the charming romantic when what you got to offer is a mere 1063 feet.

Sure over the past 30 odd years you’ve always said size didn’t matter, yet somehow I feel when you look up at my 1,815 foot shaft now there’s a little less wonder in your eyes.

Maybe it’s just my paranoid imagination but when you ride my elevator I feel like your mind is somewhere else, like you are imagining what it would be like to be riding a younger tower, a tower full of apartments, restaurants and life.

Yes, in recent years we’ve had our problems but I’m fully willing now to apologize and accept responsibility for throwing large chunks of ice down on you last March. That was my bad.

But we worked through it. That taxi had its window repaired and I can’t recall me doing it since, can you?

That’s what I thought.

I guess what I am really trying to say is for 31 years I have been your tower, and you my city.

Maybe I’m not the biggest out there, but maybe I can be more fun. Maybe I can be more romantic. You’ve just always been so proud of me, even when the other Canadian cities sneered at our relationship, you stood by me.

I don’t want to lose that.

Love always,

CN Tower

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