The Simpsons and me

Twenty years ago, I was eighteen.  I had just graduated high school and had quickly moved out on my own.  I was living in a townhouse in Attleboro, Massachusetts with two of my friends.  One was going to college and the other worked in manufacturing.  I was managing a McDonald's restaurant.  None of us had much money, and our typical meal consisted of elbow macaroni and canned soups.  During our first winter, we could not afford to turn on the heat and stayed warm by sitting side by side on...