My wife Sara and I used to have this running joke leading up to her birthday each year. Each year I'd say "Honey! What would you like for your birthday?" and she would reply "I'd like a Hasselblad". Usually with a big smile on her face, in a wink-wink-nudge-nudge kind of way. Then I'd say "Ha ha, no, seriously, what would you like?" and we'd both laugh and move on to more serious things. Hasselblad. The 500c/m. Man. That camera. It's like the Rolls Royce of cameras. It would send shivers down our spines and we'd get all giggly any time we'd talk about it. […]
Not having any interest in photography, I wouldn't know a Hasselblad from a Hewlett-Packard, but I appreciated the story of what followed a chance encounter in a camera store: the reverence for a classic design, the personal history of at least one of the participants, the sense of how unlikely it was that the story would end as it did, the link to the Apollo moon landings.
Definitely worth a read.