On June 10, the worst storm in the series swept across the middle of the Indian Ocean and Wild Eyes was directly in its path.

And since all this loveliness can not be Heaven, I know in my heart it is June.

I was a lousy hitter in May doing the same things that made me a great hitter in June.

I started working on trying to sound like June from the very beginning.

It's not really a problem right now. In June it could be, but right now, it's not.

I think he could be ready to go at some point in June or July, if not earlier.

There's something I love about how stark the contrast is between January and June in Sweden. In a way, I feel that time doesn't exist in LA. Sometimes I don't know if it's February or April or October, because you're always sitting outside on the same patio, and it's 70 degrees.

I didn't pay $50 a ticket, wait till the tickets come out on June 4 to have hundreds of people push me over and knock me down on the ground,

I had a picture-perfect childhood. My parents were like June and Ward Cleaver; there was nothing dysfunctional about them.

This is where I want to be. I love this program, and I love working for June Jones.