No you are not the only one. I learned that name from two wonderful black spinster neighbors who treated me like I was their own child. They had a elaphant leg that was rendered into a vertical umbrella storage unit just inside their front door. The had a foot pump organ upstairs that they would allow me to mess about with, supervised of coarse, and many other treasures. Those were truly 'the days'.

By the way evidently I would fit right in Salt lake city, could it be the salt?