The cable car turnaround at the corner of Powell and Market was the usual melee of tourists, panhandlers, commuters, shoppers, and boom-box body-poppers on the evening of Aug. 9. Few people seemed to notice the man in the bowler hat and tuxedo rolling a massive papier-mâche rock up Eddy Street, though he was surrounded by an entourage of odd-looking, noisy individuals, from a guy dressed as an alien to a bunch of besuited bouncer types with... More >>>