Valerie Lamboy Loves Matthew L., or "Bunny Rabbit Loves Porkupine(sic)"

I was contemplating releasing another Two to the Big Apple at 7-11, when the gentleman in line next to me paid for a lottery ticket and the cashier showed his co-worker one of the bills he had just received.

As I was paying, I asked if I could trade a clean bill for the one he had just received. No problem.

My trade netted me a love letter, funny I should find it while I am in the midst of a Two Recirculation Program.

Anyway, here is what I beheld as I walked out of the store:










More specifically, I am guessing that the person who is doing the loving, also did the writing, or the defacing of government tender, depending on your perspective.












The reverse side shows equal zeal.










And I love the nicknames. Bunny Rabbit not so original, but "Porkupine"(sic) is a nice touch. And note how perfectly it sits on the back, striding perfectly over "The United States of America."




The vandalism occurred on December 15, 2003. So, many questions arise. Does Valerie still love Matthew? Is his initial L. the same as Lamboy? If she married him, and Lamboy was her maiden name, how cool was it that she didn't have to change her monogram?

Anyway, behold: I googled Valerie Lamboy and got a hit in the New York Daily News, reprinted here in full. It is an article summarizing New Yorkers' responses to nominate their mothers for "best in the city". Julian Kesner is the credited writer for the Daily News, which ran this article May 7, 2005:

Isabel Acosta, 53, Brooklyn was nominated by her daughter Valerie Lamboy, 32, Brooklyn

"As a teenager, I had my issues. I didn't want to be around my mother. But when I was 18, I was diagnosed with full-blown pneumonia. They only gave me 12 hours to live at one point, and they had to put me in a coma. Right before I went under, my mother told me, 'The last person you see before you go to sleep will be me, and the first person you see when you wake up will be me.'

"I was in the coma for four months. My mother was there every single day for four months - holding down a job, coming to see me and then going home and having to deal with the emotional stress of me being in the hospital. She didn't know whether I was going to live or die.

"After I woke up, the first person I saw was my mother. When I was well enough to speak, I looked at my mom and asked, 'Were you talking to me? I was dreaming that you were.'

"They told me I wasn't going to be able to walk by myself, breathe by myself or have kids. Now, I'm a mother, and my daughter is 5 years old and I believe that it's a miracle, the result of my mother's love.

Thanks Valerie, for the blogfodder. I bet you didn't know when you scribbled on the single that it would be on the net some day. How many dollar bills out there proclaim your love for Matthew? And think, your single bill not only made BillyBlog's day more interesting, but it refreshed your mother's story and it will continue to sizzle in the ether, pulling at heart strings.

Say hello to Porkupine for me.