  So,  Lance Armstrong just won his sixth consecutive Tour de France. nbsp;  Personally,  the athletic accomplishment is completely overshadowed by the fact that an American went to France,  played their game,
 and beat them six straight -  there hasn't been this righteous of a beatdown since Henry Gondorff beat Doyle Lonigan with those four Jacks. nbsp;  Pure joy.  So,  we're contemplating EoA4,
 moving into the final week of production of EoA3,  and,  as usual,  I'm waxing philosophical. nbsp;  I'm immensely proud of the work we've done,
 the response it's getting from audiences,  the joy I see in the actor's faces on and off stage.  it's made me realize something about Lance. nbsp;  I always wonder how he can ride 1, 099,
092 miles on his bike,  then go home and start training for the next year's race right away without even a stop at Wattaburger. nbsp;  I think it's all about that final ride into Paris,  when you know you've done the work,  you're wearing the yellow jersey,
 and ( non- French)  people are throwing flowers in your path. nbsp;  That's where I am right now,
 and while the prospect of putting up another one of these before the election in November is daunting,  the thought of people approaching me in the lobby and saying " this made me look at a lot of things I hadn't considered before,  the thought of seeing Eric as Lincoln berating the audience,  the thought of dressing up Chane't as Al Sharpton,  the thought of Jesus acting as GW's lawyer at a Senate hearing.
 those are mighty happy thoughts.  Thanks for making this a fun ride,  everyone. nbsp;  My ass is sore,  but my heart is light.
 - Joe 
