Sorry this published late. I made a mistake in the scheduler.
I’m not sure if Blanchard actually has a doctorate, but people tend to call him Doctor. It just comes naturally.
When I was little, I wrote a story titled “The Foyer.” It was about an eccentric rich guy (hmm, I seem to be hung up on eccentric rich guys) who receives a painting of a tiger, which he doesn’t like, so he hangs it in an unused foyer which gets very cold. The tiger in the painting doesn’t like the cold, so it leaves the painting and prowls around his house, attacking the servants. I mention this mostly because it was one of the first stories I ever wrote which I was really proud of, and the title of this page is intended to pay homage to that old story.