Got back to the appartment last night to find police on High School Way, interviewing somebody innocuous-looking. When I went to the door to the appartment complex, it turned out that there were upwards of a dozen police, with six patrol cars, on Castro St. Most were standing around doing nothing but one of them appeared to have stopped a car and was interviewing the driver. I approached a chap at the edge of a crowd of onlookers and asked what was going on, and he declined to comment. At about that moment, the helicopter flew past for the second time.
Just as Pete and I were about to go, somebody cycled along the and stopped to cross Casto, halting in the middle of a gathering of police officers. One told him, "It’s illegal to cycle on the sidewalk, sir." His reply was a work of genius: "Oh, really?"
It was all very bizarre, though not at all menacing or confrontational. No guns were drawn and nobody was incapacitated by tazer or baton. Just another data point.
Then we went up to the appartment proper and watched Hot Fuzz. Excellent film, especially given that the room was still being illuminated by the occasional strobe of blue lights.