Rumor has it they used to worship red Kongs around here. You know, the kind that look like insulators from power lines or the rubber bump-stop from an old Volkswagen. But one by one, the Kongs disappeared. The superstitious say that the gods took them back up to Paradise; others, that the Kongs never existed at all except in the minds of the faithful. Me? I think there must be some truth behind the legends. And I aim to find out what it is.