Back to Bill Clinton and Chris Wallace, about whose pleasant encounter on TV I have not written. I leave that to the Plankers ( here, here, and here). But a friend called my attention to a remarkable lapse in Clinton's carefully tailored persona. This is, mind you, in the middle of the Clinton Global Initiative, his feel-good, do-some-good jamboree with his favorite zillionaires. There, facing Wallace on the tube, was Clinton with the two most vulnerable inches of exposed flesh, the inches between his ankles and his pants. Hadn't anyone told him that, in the circles in which he travels, one wears socks that reach above the calf?