My last show was Joseph great but not my favourite memory. That is hard to define. Was it watching him show the true measure of a man as he struggled to stay upright, in Long Island, suffering from vertigo, when he put his head on my shoulder in Houston, seeing him in Spamalot on opening night, having my first meet and greet, listening to him sing and making that note on All Is Well, or talking to him on the telephone? I treasure all of them! It is so bittersweet. It's like when your kid goes away to college. You want them to spread their wings and fulfil their own dreams but oh my are you going to miss them!