It’s time to discuss the nightmare I experienced in the late ’80s, early ’90s. We were drawn to Ahwatukee in 1983 by a billboard near Elliot Road and Interstate 10, featuring large cutouts of a tennis player and golfer and much ado about what was offered here. Perfect. Our retirement dreams come true. We bought a house that day on Cheyenne Drive. Two lovely golf courses with club houses, restaurants, pro shops — clothes, equipment, gifts, etc. AND 14 lighted tennis courts, a center court with patio seating, club house with showers, locker rooms, lavatories, pro shop with clothes, tennis equipment, etc., located at the corner of 48th Street and Warner Road.