Maybe 1960, when I was in the second grade, a virtuoso of the violin played in our school cafeteria (I don't remember his name, he was old and white haired). He was very stern and demanded complete silence from about 200 first-thru-sixth graders before he would begin. A couple kids had to be escorted out after whispering and receiving the evil eye from this guy. We were all tense and afraid to move.
As you might imagine, we weren't very appreciative of this Stradivarius-wielding ogre, and he abruptly got up and left after playing for a short while. Ever since, I have wondered if I would experience an eye-tic or other involuntary ailment if I saw another Strad.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Man, if your Mom made you wear that color when you were a baby, and you're still wearing it, it's time to grow up!