Seven and a half years ago I blogged about the significance of the Dag Hammarskjold Plaza in my life. Little did I dream when I was getting arrested for civil disobedience at an anti-nukes demonstration that one day I would be working right next door.
I also finally discovered that I was pronouncing the name of the second Secretary-General of the UN wrong - I was saying it like "dag hammer-shold" when apparently it's pronounced "dog hammarhwehlld."