Quonset Hut

We bought my son his skateboard here. We were able to pick out the board, wheels, etc needed. The staff was very nice and knowledgeable about the product. A lot of unique gift items available.
It did smell a lot like incense with is a good thing in my opinion. If you are looking for a unique gift or a gift with adult humor, you should go here.

Oh, how I needed this visit to this hippie mecca (should I capitalize that?). Been feeling very anti-​Ohio of late. All my «friends» have moved away, I hate my job and stupid LeTraitor is back. Never been more tempted to pack it up and leave in my life. As a lifelong resident of northeast Ohio, I’ve had my fill. Everything cool from my 20’s is gone. Good college radio, the Ghoul, and oh yeah, the Quonset Huts in Parma and Akron. But there survives a shred of that former coolness. And it sits unassumingly on Cleveland road in Canton.
Dog and I set out down the highway in search of adventure. Ended up in Alliance/​Mount Union. Uhhhhh, not great. But I remembered that the last standing Quonset (maybe the original, not sure) was nearby. I went to the Parma spot ALOT. It had everything. Records, incense, posters, clothes, curios and yeah pipes. It always felt like a California hippie refuge from the gruesome rust coated hell of Cleveland for me. Sure, there were other headshops. But they all seemed fake. This one had such an authentic west coast 60’s vibe to it. Needless to say, when it closed I was pretty bummed man. I was happiest in life in my early 20’s. No bills, friends all around, adventures to be had. In my mid to late 30’s I see nothing but boredom and isolation. Being in a space that even remotely recaptured that magical time was heartwarming.
I felt 20 again. Even without my patented long hair. I snatched up loads of incense, an eastern trinket, and a last minute purchase, a Q hut sticker. Didn’t go downstairs to browse the pipes as I don’t partake. Weird, huh? It struck me funny how half the country is legalizing pot, but in Ohio you have to be 18 to look at glass. We’ve always been five steps behind the rest of the universe. Hence my desire to pack up and leave. Whatever. It was a sight for sore eyes. The records are gone, but that’s ok. Though I did buy some of my most killer vinyl at the old shops. It was a little piece of Haight Ashbury that renewed my old carefree self. Thank you Quonset employees and owner for keeping that amazing 60’s spirit alive some 50 years after the fact. I love you.

Friendly staff we stopped in for henna tattoo kits, which they had !

Shame on people who think music stores are passé. The upstairs of Quonset Hut is like one giant hippie den and the downstairs is like Grandma’s basement with its creaky steps and stone walls. You can find a good mix of new and used CDs from well-​known and obscure artists. There is always incense burning… you get the picture. Check it out.