My Little Rock

My Little RockIt's the photograph that lingers, one that he was reluctant to release to The Wall Street Journal. It was as if he feared the picture would reveal a shameful secret. In it, Vincent Foster--a handsome man by any standard--appears grim, unsmiling, guarded. He does not project the image of a man who is getting a great deal out of life. No question hindsight makes a contribution, but Foster's smile, even at a sunnier time--as he strolls, with the Clintons, through the lobby of his belo...