I’m always a sucker for a story about a kid who plays with radioactive materials in the garage. The Boy Who Played with Fusion does not disappoint:
Tiffany parks the rented SUV among the mesquite, and we unload metal detectors and Geiger counters and fan out across the field. “This,” says Tiffany, smiling as she follows her son across the scrubland, “is how we spend our vacations.”
