Who is Keith Roberts??

Hmmmm....if I were someone else, say someone who knew me in college or high school, and wanted to know what that old Keith Roberts was up to these days, I'd have a riddle to solve.  Google tells me that there are, frankly, WAY more Keith Robertses in the world than I would ever imagine.  The first few pages of Google has Keith Roberts as a: ballet teacher, pastor, British author who died 14 years ago, in prison for life, sociology professor at Hanover, high school teacher in Nevada, music teacher in Gaston, Indiana, pastor, neo-natalogist, and soccer historian.  Which one could he be?  A little further research will help narrow down the list.  "If I knew him in 1993, he wouldn't have been 60 in 2000."  Information from some of the sites eliminates others.  "The Keith Roberts I knew didn't go to college in California" or "he didn't graduate from undergraduate in 1987."   "He hasn't been leading workshops for 30 years, he's only 40."

So I know Keith Roberts liked music.  He played piano.  Could he be the ballet master?  He was really tall, coordinated, and graceful.  Okay, not coordinated and graceful.  Let's look at the music teacher.  "About Mr. Roberts" on this Wes-Del website should help clarify things.  "...Mr. Roberts graduated from Manchester College in 1995..."  That's him!!  That has to be him.

Alright, back to the here and now.  My "footprint" is pretty small.   I was on page 3 of the Google search.  Maybe I need to update my webpage more often.  More frequent and newer updates may put me toward the front of the line on searches.  As far as responsible footprints go, I don't do Facebook, Linked In, stuff like that.  I don't think my blog has gone viral.  Who knows, maybe this one will.  Maybe not.  If the one about Miss Beadle didn't go viral, this one probably won't either.  I don't comment on articles or postings or videos on other sites.  Those sometime show up in web searches.  I think I'm a pretty respected member of my community and do a good job communicating to parents and my community.  So what if those obscure college acquaintances have to work to find me.  As long as they don't think I'm serving a life sentence.  I don't want that.