OK, so my father is in his last days from cancer, but that doesn't stop him joking, or me seeing a lighter side. He is a notorious stinge, and yesterday, while we were waiting for him to have a gruesome medical procedure, he showed me a pair of reading glasses. 'You know how much I paid for these?' he asked me. My face said no. '$2.50!' he said. 'They were at a garage sale'. Meanwhile, my mother passed him a letter from his sister in the The Netherlands and he began reading. By the second line,