The End of the World?

This morning, on my MetroLink train ride to work, a large middle-aged man walked through the aisle of my car saying in a loud voice, "The End of the World Is Upon Us, The End of the World Is Upon Us!" I looked up from my book of Christina Rossetti's poetry, reflected for a moment, and then realized that some of Rossetti's poems alluded to the same event. An interesting moment in what is turning out to be an interesting day. Only in Los Angeles...