Boris Bear

As indelible a fixture to this town as the word "AKUTAN" he's written in permanent marker across the front of his hat, Boris Bear has already secured a place in our memories forever. He is the self-appointed night watchman, who trudges up and down the boardwalks all night, then sleeps until early afternoon. After that, he can be found pedaling around on his bicycle (of which he says, "I always wanted a red bike, so I found this one and painted it"--almost every square inch of it), back and forth from town to Trident. Boris is known around here as a treasure hunter. He digs through Trident's trash, then comes back into town, "Jill, what size jacket do you wear? Because I've found this lovely size small leather bomber jacket up the road..." 

Sarah found him yesterday rummaging around the old store that's about to be burned down, hunting "for a porthole I heard was in here." Instead, he emerged with a fishing gaff. "See?" he says, "This is just what I was looking for." Then he rides off toward Trident on his red bicycle.