With the holidays coming up, Reagan’s Rocks has plenty of fancy stones such as black tourmaline and Rainbow Iris for worldwide gift possibilities. And the accompanying slogans for that special someone tip the scales. Curtis would recommend just that for his co-owner daughter.

This agate-and-more store will keep you gaping, and not leave a gaping hole in your wallet.
The family owned and operated Reagan’s Rocks shop — dad and daughter — has many kinds of agates and quartz, minerals and gems — but doesn’t stop there, scouring the globe to give something a bit different to downtown Hudson’s east side of Second Street. There are dozens of other types of crystals and stones of all sizes on its rows of shelves, many with thorough written descriptions of their powers to heal, nurture and transform.
Some of the favorites are on a circular display in the middle of the store, and the omnipresent patriarch Curtis is always there to greet you on the far side, after patrons have roamed through the rest of the place. And they will buy many of your own agates, too.
Among the faves are black tourmaline, with dozens of them currently housed in a big, decorative backet and costing only $3 each, and Rainbow Iris agate from Indonesia, as Reagan’s goes worldwide.
They are open Wednesdays through Sundays.

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