The old Bomber water tower in Midwest City soon will be torn down.
I remember my buddies and I in grade school daring one another to climb it. Of course, no one was brave enough for the task.
Compared to the new tower, the old tower is really unattractive, although something about it takes me back to the days of piling into someone’s car and going to Bomber football games, the crispness of the air, the sound of the band playing Bomber Fight, the smell of fireworks (no names mentioned here to protect the guilty), the wildly inappropriate chants coming out of the student section.
The old tower harkens back to more innocent times, when you could let your children roam the streets and not worry about them, and gasoline was affordable.
Yes, the old tower will come down soon, but we will always remember the days that she kept watch over, the good old days, the innocent days.