Publisher Emeritus Jim Flood Sr. highlights a book about the late patriarch of a Dover family who died in defense of his home country, the Philippines.

The four young children of Dr. Basilio Bautista and his wife, Dr. Amelia Arabe-Bautista, of Dover are the reason for the publication of a book about the life of Basilio Borja Bautista, Dr. Batista’s father, who served as governor of the province of Camarines Norte in the Philippines. He died in 1944 while a prisoner of the Japanese.

The valiant governor refused to cooperate with the Japanese and he and his family had hidden in the forests until he was captured in August 1944. He was later killed. His family never learned where he was buried.

The book’s title is “The Man, The Martyr, The Hero,” with the sub-title, “The Legacy of Basilio Borja Bautista.”

It was written by Mrs. Arabe-Bautista, who dedicated her work to her family’s four children: Basilio Nicolo, Basilio Nathaniel, Bernadette Nazarie and Basilio Noah. It is dedicated as well to the late governor’s widow, Nazaria Nery Bautista “who was the fulfillment of all his dreams, and fulfilled all his dreams after he was gone.”

It is a story of a remarkable man, someone who I came to admire greatly in reading the book. Publishing this account leaves a record, perhaps incomplete but nevertheless sufficient to keep his memory alive.

The author says in her dedication to the children: “This book came about because you wanted to know everything about your grandparents.”

Publishing the book was a fitting way to remember a hero not known widely, even in the Philippines.


Over the weekend, we had lunch at the newly re-opened Robert Morris Inn in Oxford, Md. Oxford is a waterfront town of fewer than a thousand population which was once a port of entry, meaning in Colonial days that it was on a par with Baltimore. But the town did not grow, thankfully, and today is a very pleasant place to visit on Maryland’s Eastern Shore.

The inn claims to be the oldest on the Eastern Shore and is named for Robert Morris, he father of Robert Morris Jr., known as the financier of the Revolution.

The father was killed when the wadding from a cannon being fired at a ceremony happened to strike him. That was the end of Mr. Morris.

We also took the Oxford Ferry between that town and Bellevue, across the Tred Avon River. On the way I made the acquaintance of Trevor Tucker of Middletown who repairs grandfather clocks. It’s always nice to meet someone with whom you share some common background when you are out of state. A very pleasant guy to talk to.


If your household is like ours, there are frequent calls from people asking for money for all sorts of worthy causes. You have to feel some sympathy for the people who are trying to make a living in the employ of these organizations, but you realize at the same time that you cannot possibly give to everyone who asks for money.

It is possible to get on a “do not call” list, I know, but we have never taken the trouble to do that. And from time to time a person soliciting is rewarded with our decision that this particular cause merits a contribution.

One other thing. We don’t have caller ID.

To get to the point, I have found a way to be pretty sure whether someone is calling with a money request. That is to wait for at least three, and even better four rings before you pick up the phone. If it is someone you know who is calling, they will wait for several rings. If it is someone on a money call, I’m pretty sure they have been told to hang up if there is not an almost immediate response.


In talking to a college student the other day, an attractive 20-year-old about to enter her junior year, I got an interesting opinion about the way parents should and should not treat their offspring when they are home for the summer.

“If someone has been away from home all year, it doesn’t make sense to try and impose rules that they haven’t had to follow for months,” was the comment.

If a parent says to an at-home college student, “Better be in by 11” when they go out for the evening, that’s going to get a sour response.

This young lady’s advice: “Treat students like the adults you want them to be and it’s likely it will work out that way.”


I happened to be in a doctor’s office the other day and four or five people were doing the same thing that I was doing, waiting to be called for whatever reason that brought us there. A conversation developed among the group. One man was interesting and emphatic as he mentioned that he didn’t like getting into an argument with a woman (or at least it sounded as if that was what he was saying).

Another man there said to him: “Do you know how to get the last word with a woman?”

The guy was interested in learning.

The advice: “Just say, ‘Yes, Ma’am.’”

I might try that some day.


This guy checks into a hotel for the first time in his life and goes up to his room. In a little while he calls the front desk and says: “Hey, you’ve given me a room with no exit. How do I leave?”

The desk clerk says, “Sir, that’s absurd. Have you looked for the door?”

The guy says, “Well, there’s one door that leads to the bathroom. There’s a second door which leads into a closet. And there’s a third door I haven’t tried, but it has a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on it!”