Hooter Pridley didn't stand a chance. One look at "Miss June" Trixie Foxalot, posing seductively in her lime green bikini with a torque wrench, and he was smitten. His destiny was clear, or as clear as it gets for "a water bug skittering the surface of thought." Thus Hooter begins a redneck odyssey, leaving mountainless Sterling, Colorado, to search for the calendar girl of his dreams. On the way to L.A., he meets a number of memorable characters and gets himself in and out of sticky situations, relying on his folksy wisdom and plucky spirit to propel him along. Fast-paced and sidesplittingly funny, If Every Month Were June is Tony Bender at his best.
