I was heartbroken to discovery this morning that the most recent pedestrian hit and run fatality was an old friend James Hawke.  James was my party chief -surveying native allotments in Unalakleet in the 70s dealing with the first female survey team (he survived the experience).   I recall trudging across the tundra with heavy packs trying to keep up with James as he seemed to effortlessly speed walk ahead of us.   I last saw and talked with James on May 19 at my granddaughters Anchorage Ballet recital.  James was a supporter and frequent attendee of the performing arts and since retirement had traveled through Europe.  James was a solitary kind man and his family (from Michigan I recall) should know he was well liked and respected by those who knew him.  I wish I had taken the time to know him better and I will miss seeing him on his walks around town.