The art of noticing, from rocks to Hogan 

When I read the obituary for Hulk Hogan recently, I didn’t expect to be struck by the writing. But there it was – one of those rare, unforgettable descriptions that I would have clipped out and carried with me to my classroom. 

From People magazine: “A perennially tanned and oiled-up Florida boy with peroxide hair and a matching handlebar mustache, Hogan entered thousands of rings around the world with the confidence of an oncoming Mack truck. Sporting a costume that sometimes included a red boa swung around his neck, yellow spanky pants and an itsy-bitsy red tank top, he was wrestling’s version of Met Gala-ready.” 

Now that’s how you make a person leap off the page.