Kathleen Flinn | Oct 30, 1988 | 5 min read
When physicist Wyatt Merritt shows up for work each morning on the campus of Fermilab in Batavia, Ill., she’s accompanied by Frank, her three-year-old son. After dropping him off at a little blue house surrounded by a white picket fence, Merritt goes to her office and begins her work day, comfortable in the knowledge that while she concentrates on the high-energy physics of the lab’s D/O project, her toddler is safe and happy just five minutes away, listening to stories about pilgrim