Graham Edward’s passion for the planned language, as it was known in academic circles, of Esperanto was never easily explained by his sons, or for that matter, anyone who knew him. “It’s just my dad’s hobby, I guess,” both Ben and Tim would say when pressed on the point. They didn’t really understand it themselves, the obsession. The language, on the other hand, they grew somewhat familiar with until their mother stepped in and put an end to the daily Esperanto lessons that interfered with baseball, piano lessons, boy scouts and other normal after school activities. Graham did not wear the pants in the family, so when Margaret forced the issue he agreed that dinner time discussion in Esperanto could substitute for the afternoon instruction. Eventually even the dinner time conversation in Esperanto disappeared as if the whole Esperanto learning experiment in the Edward’s household were a microcosm of the artificial language itself