Robert Boddington

Meet Manhattan’s most dedicated hall monitor—a one-man bureaucratic nightmare armed with a clipboard, afishing cap straight out of “On Golden Pond,” andenough free time to make retirement look busy. Asthe self-proclaimed President of the 15th StreetAssociation and sole member, Boddington hastransformed his mental health leave from being afinancial analysis into a full-time career in civicrighteous persecution.Picture a New York Liberal gone nuclear: a man whotreats building code violations like personalbetrayals and zoning laws like religious texts. Hisdaily patrols of 15th Street have becomeneighborhood legend, his clipboard-wielding figurestriking terror into the hearts of delivery trucksparked six inches too far from the curb. With thezealotry of a crusader and the attention to detailof his former analyst days, he’s weaponized NewYork’s 311 complaint system into his personalpersecution tool.Single, never married (shocking), and armed withenough righteous indignation to power Manhattan’sgrid, Boddington has found his true calling inmaking the Raths’ development his white whale. Everyconstruction permit becomes his personalinvestigation, every crane delivery his chance torally the troops—even if the troops are just hisreflection in his apartment window. In aneighborhood where even rats need references,Boddington stands alone: universally despised,eternally vigilant, and absolutely inevitable.