During the last year of my undergraduate studies, when I was fortunate enough to live in a run-down 100-year old fraternity house with 9 of my friends, and all of their respective girlfriends, bar-sluts, drinking-buddies, teammates, study-partners, etc., it was not uncommon for our heating bill in the winter months to exceed $900. We had no insulation, 50-year old radiator pipes, old, unsealed windows, and no less than six doors permitting ingress and egress,...
