In 1978 Fountain Hills was just finding its footing as a community being cut out of the desert dust. There were fewer than 1,000 people living here at the time
Instead, The Club is my subject this week.
I relocated to the Las Vegas area about three years ago, after 62 years in Arizona and 44 in Fountain Hills.
I miss The Club and the fellowship each Monday talking with a group of friendly guys Iâve come to know over the 30 years I was a member. They made me an honorary member when I moved.
I miss those great Monday Night dinners.
I miss Bob Schmitzâs meatloaf and his berry salad. I miss Dana Saarâs gravy on just about anything he made it for. I miss Phil Gazianoâs Italian dishes. I miss anything cooked by Chuck Wuttkeâs team.