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Idaho Liberty .com is moving

It has taken me a long time to reach this decision, but I will be retiring this website. I have been posting almost exactly the same content at Bitterroot Bugle .com since I moved from Idaho in 2013, and reinvigorated that old-time newspaper name from this territory last used in the late 1800s. I encourage you to replace any link for Idaho Liberty that you may have stored with one to Bitterroot Bugle .com. Ted Dunlap playing with the Grand Canyon in a trombone choir of echoes on one otherwise quiet February 1st morning … utilizing a pitch-adjustable bugle Montana elk bull bugling its territorial claimsI was amazed and thrilled when the first name for my Montana blog that jumped […]

painting with pastels

It is official I am an artist You can plainly see I now have my Artistic License I came by it honestly Made it myself ———— I have long been wanting to do more drawing and painting than will fit in the little squares of my wall calendar with Sharpie pens. I never quite get around to it. Years ago I inherited some water color tools from my Step Dad. Even that did not get me started. So I signed up for the Pastel Painting class the Bitterroot College offered this January/February. THAT WORKED. I did a lot of gearing up for a type of painting I had not considered, but it turns out I really like the medium. […]

personal nostalgic moment

Reconnecting with an old friend brought my ‘5 minutes of fame’ back to mind. The old video had gone away – again. Having personally backed it up, I was able and inspired to watch it last night for the first time in many years. Ted The Younger got so much right, and now with a more dispassionate view realize I did even better than I remembered. If you removed party labels and were left with one of those two choices to be Idaho governor, I won. Pretty dang good for my first television appearance. Of course that guy with the green tie in 2006 is quite different from this guy who is 12 years older. I would not want to […]

tool tango

We are a couple months shy of five years since we started our move from our big subdivision home in Kuna, Idaho with my self-insulated, 5-car-garage shop to the Conner, Montana cabin. I spent the majority of that time estranged from my major tools. I had visitation rights, but the tools were not where I lived. I will never forget the gratitude I owe the great friend who housed them in a fully functional shop for me eight miles away. But, they were not where I lived. Today I am doing the happy dance around my tools. First things first, I fired up the mongo wood burner. Spotty insulation keeps my shop from getting real warm on cold days, but […]

reaching down deep

I was a tiny guy in high school; had more or less stopped growing in 5th grade. But Dad taught me to play tennis … well enough to be third on the tennis team out of 3,000 kids in my high school. Amusingly, the big, muscle-bound, power-lifter coach who drew the short straw and had to “coach” the tennis team took turns playing against all of us. I was the only one who beat him … because he expected his opponents to follow his coaching instructions while I was rebellious enough to put the ball where he didn’t expect it… over and over … he never could catch on. It wasn’t important to me, but tennis came easy enough and […]