Every now and then I search for myself on the World Wide Web.
You know how it goes: while connected to the Internet, you type your name into your favorite search engines and see what comes up.
Over the years, I have been pretty disappointed.
Each time I do it, I type variations of "Busek," "Jim Busek" and "James Busek," hoping to be able to tell you my name is all over the Internet.
In general, the world has not heard of me.
Yes, you can always find me at the Reflector Web site, thank you. But after that, I drop into cyber-obscurity.
The Ohio State Agricultural Extension site has me referenced for a column they re-printed in one of their newsletters.
A trade magazine called "Furniture World News" quoted me in a testimonial for a product I once recommended.
And a restaurant in Atlanta and Nashville quotes one of my columns in which I mentioned how I loved their shrimp and angel hair pasta.
But that's pretty much the extent of my legacy on the Web.
Yes, the Wakeman Congregational Church has my baptism listed. But they have my name spelled wrong ("Busick").
And there is another reference (On "Yahoo": how appropriate, huh?) to "Jim Busek's house." But it turned out to be my dad's house in Wakeman. A chewing gum inventor once lived there.
I got pretty excited when I saw mention of champion dog owner James Busek. But it was not me. Or my dog. It was some guy in a bad sport coat with his Rottweiler named "Bruiser."
There are a bunch of Buseks with Web sites emanating from Czechosolvakia, but that's not surprising; that's the Busek Motherland.
What is surprising is that I have e-mailed a couple of them just to chat, Busek-to-Busek but so far I haven't gotten one to write back.
I felt optimistic about Miroslav Busek (at vyroba-reklam.cz) whom I discovered while searching for myself on the Internet. I e-mailed him (or her), but, so far, nothing.
There is an actual Web site with the address Busek.com. My distant relative Vlad Hruby in Boston honored his grandfather by naming his business after him. That's the name of the company: Busek. Cool, huh? They "specialize in electric space propulsion and materials processing." (I am a little embarrassed that somebody will undoubtedly send them this column, and they will see that I specialize in nonsense).
At any rate, you can see that I have not made much of a splash on the World Wide Web. Three references on Google.com. And a handful on some of the other search engines.
But my most recent search did turn up something kind of fun. That's because Google listed every reference in which they found the words Jim and Busek. One reference was on Amazon.com, and it is from Barbara Delinsky's fictional book, "Variation On A Theme:"
Although he'd already heard a great deal about Rachel Busek, nothing prepared Jim Guthrie for the beautiful flutist's gentle grace. A rough-hewn private investigator, Jim is nearly overwhelmed with the urge to love and protect her. And Rachel is both amazed and delighted at the ease with which Jim slips into her life.
Yet as quick passion gives way to leisurely love, Rachel finds herself holding back. Troubling pieces of her past remain a mystery even to her, and keep her from trusting her heart. Now, she must either discover the truth about her past or risk losing the first man in her life worth keeping.
Is that cool or what? A fictional heroine named Busek. And she is into flutes and quick passion. Yes!
Best of all, I am pretty sure this is the only character in the history of English fiction with the surname Busek.
And the author apparently gave her a substantial plot challenge: she must "discover the truth about her past."
Poor Rachel. She will undoubtedly try to use the Internet to unravel her troubling past.
But I can tell her right now that there's not much online about us Buseks, real or fictional.
And furthermore, she is not going to learn squat from the Czechoslovakian branch of the family.
(Yes, I'm talking to you, Miraslav. Our fictional cousin is about to lose the first man in her life worth keeping, and you are being no help at all).
Such is the burden of being a Busek.