Dear Editor: Let me tell you an imaginary story. I live in a small yet diverse community, with generations of my family. My grandma is a wonderful lady who has lived here her entire life, as have I. She is warm and welcoming to all, very kind and sincere, and she is loved by literally everyone in our county. Well, last week this stranger rode into town, and shot my grandma dead on the main street. He then insisted that her body lay there in the street to decompose, so we would all have to repeatedly witness such a horror by force. The sheriff and most everyone else in town are afraid of him. And now the stranger is opening a business here in town. While I guess only time will tell, I’m pretty sure that business won’t do too well.