Growing older is a strange and funny journey. No one teaches you how to handle its small frustrations — the misplaced keys, the forgotten names, the moments of confusion. Yet aging also brings deeper friendships, sweeter memories, and louder laughter. That was true for Harold, Walter, and Frank, three lifelong friends who had shared forty years of ups and downs. As they reached their late seventies and eighties, they all wondered: “Are we forgetting things, or just getting funnier?”
Harold, the responsible one, suggested a memory test after noticing more frequent slip-ups. Walter insisted his memory was fine, even though he once found his car keys inside his shoe. Frank, usually sharp, had begun to mix up names and misplace his hat.
At the doctor’s office, each was asked: “What is three times three?” Harold proudly answered “Two hundred seventy-four.” Walter confidently said “Tuesday.” Only Frank said “Nine,” explaining, “I subtracted 274 from Tuesday.”
That absurd line became their shared legend — a reminder that while memory fades, humor, friendship, and love don’t.

