The problem is in the goodbyes. The goodbyes are everywhere. Scott Rolen says goodbye to his wife and their two young children, every time he walks out the front door of their home in Bloomington, IN. Unlike most of the rest of us who work for a living, he doesn’t come home in time for dinner. Half the summer, he doesn’t come home at all. Turn-down service at the hotel is a poor substitute for a goodnight kiss from your 5-year-old.