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Twenty-four years in the machine room
I kept the three lifts running in Toronto's tower for twenty-four years. These pages are what I would tell a friend before they bought a ticket.
My name is Wally Bergstrom. I am sixty-four. From 1999 until last year I was one of the elevator mechanics on the tower — the three public cars, the service lift, the winch room at the top of the shaft that smells of gear oil and warm dust no matter what season it is. I retired with a bad shoulder and a good memory of every storm the cars rode through.
This is a planning guide, not a review and not a blog. It exists because the same four questions come up at every family dinner: how long does the whole thing take, is the glass floor worth the queue, what happens if it is foggy, and where do we park. I answer them here so I can eat my dinner while it is still warm.
I do not sell tickets. I never have and I never will. Admission is sold by the operator, and their own site is the only place you should be typing a card number.
If you want the operator's homepage, it is here. Timed entry, e-tickets, the day and night combinations with the aquarium next door — that is their business, not mine. I am independent so I can tell you the truth about the fog and nobody calls me about it.
What is in this guide
I update the pages when I remember, which is less often than my daughter would like. If something is out of date, write to me and I will fix it on a Sunday.
— Wally