In retrospect, Richard Neal knows he should have just gone home. It was already nearly 4 a.m. on a sticky June night in 2008, and the LaGuardia Houses on the Lower East Side were crawling with cops. It was the kind of situation Neal normally prefers to avoid. Where police are, he'd rather not be.
Celebrating 20 years of weird radicalism with a label that didn't quit
The Ditty Bops bike tour finally ends, 4,500 jittery and often moonlit miles later