When the apocalypse(or as my people call it: Ragnarok) arrives, some people imagine a plague of toads or locusts, four horsemen or people carrying bibles. For me, I know it will be the ice cream trucks of Elysian Park. Every weekend, they descend from wherever they descend from and prowl about at the speed of evolution preying on the masses. Some like to think the Clarion call will be Handel’s «Messiah» or Wagner’s thing about the Valkyries but I know it will be a scratchy 1 octave rendition of «It’s a Small World» blared over and over again from a dented loudspeaker.