A WORD IN THE HAND: COMRADE
The friends of fictional Soviets are far more than buddies to me
A column to satisfy your inner grammar nerd
Even though most of us would rather eat a live eel than put on a pair of running shoes and attempt a marathon, some of my friends and I have fallen into the habit of calling each other “comrade”.
“Fallen into” is an odd phrase. My opening sentence makes it sound as though BBK and I were so engrossed in conversation as we walked along a road together that we did not notice the pothole until we fell into it, and at the bottom of the pothole was a leprechaun who said: “I will not let you out of this pothole, BBK and Sue, until you start calling each other ‘comrade’.”
That could be why we started calling each other comrade. But it is not. Potholes and habits are formed in different ways, and I would not like anyone to think that my comrades and I chose the way we address each other out of mere happenstance...