In the midst of small-town political strife, rage, righteous blaming, calling out, casting blame, and shielding identities, I felt inspired to write this letter to my lonely mountain town — To quote Terry Tempest Williams, “We are a community of recluses, ruffians, and renegades.” These three Rs are what we share, our common understanding even when we can’t understand each other. We are a community that holds sacred our starlit nights, epic sunrises and sunsets, and our birds. Oh, our…