I first met James Hawke in the early 70's when we surveyed the Bethel townsite. James was always just "James," never Jim or Jimbo and he would correct you if you should err, but always in his quiet, unassuming way. He was hard-working, and proud of his work for the Bureau of Land Management. He was without question his own person, some might say different, but secure in his own skin. He had no pretense. The world lost a unique and good soul with James' tragic, untimely death.  One can only imagine, though, James traversing though eternity--truly his reward. Walk on, old friend.