Well I am not sure I could if I wanted to. What with having seen a few Mr Red's swanning around Folk Festivals, and the retired mascot of Cincinnati Reds (I have the baseball cap).

FWIW I often tell of Mr & Mrs Red of Alcester (UK) who I followed all along they High St until the turned and opened their front door. A nice Oak-beamed terraced cottage it is too.
However, not only did they studiously refuse to turn and smile or even look at me, despite the fact that they knew I was there. But then, I have heard of their appearance at a session where they sat glum-faced all night barely talking to each other let alone to anyone else.

Sadly, some of the Mr Reds of this world are what normal people like me (who spoke?) call sad. Maybe they think they have the copy but not the right.