Living the Dream: The Shannon Court story

This last week has been a struggle. So many exciting things have happened… and yet one sudden and tragic event has overshone them all. It’s been tough, trying to figure out how to process it all and trying to figure out how to talk about it. The words haven’t come easy. But there’s a small, dim, flickering light at the end of this unspeakably long and dark tunnel, and it’s from there that I feel the need to tell the Shannon Court story. Hold on to your seats – though well worth it, this will be a long one.

I grew up in the house my parents built just after they got married, in a nice neighborhood in a nice town. We’ve always had neighbors that were close, but not necessarily neighbors we were close to. Late in elementary school was the last time I remember being somewhat close to my neighbors: one of my best friends lived two houses down, some of the moms had a book club and got together on a regular basis, and we all danced the night away at a wedding in which I was a “junior bridesmaid”. As I am in my family, I was one of only a handful of younger children in the group, only older than my best friend. It was fun, until her and her family moved away, and slowly but surely all the families I knew had long left.

We had a number of questionable characters wander in and out of nearby houses throughout the next few years, but above all, they were families that kept to themselves, mostly due to a lack of younger children. But then, one fateful day nearly 10 years ago, a family moved in with 4 kids younger than me. Then, another family with 4 kids younger than me moved in next to them. Soon, more families, all with at least one or two younger children, moved into our court and the surrounding area. Kids started to play with each other. Parents got to know each other. We started to get together one day a week, which soon turned into two, which soon turned into gathering for holidays and birthdays as well. Traditions were born, and invariably, come rain or shine, weekend evenings extending early spring through well into fall were spent at one house or another, each family bringing a dish, a drink, at least one kid, perhaps some friends, but always a smile and joy to share. Before we knew it, 16 parents and 18 kids (and 5 dogs and 2 cats!) became like family.

For the first time in my life I found myself the oldest, and I was thrust into a “big sister” role for so many kids who looked up to me; slowly but surely, I started to find my place between playing with them and sitting back and talking with the adults. And my mom and dad? They’d all but forgotten the days when their house was new and their only child was young. Suddenly the ‘matron’ parents of the court, Dr. Luke attended to cuts and bruises and flus while my mom lived vicariously through parents confounded by growing and aging and changing children.

Still, inseparable and incomparable bonds formed between children and parents alike. Lot lines faded as we moved seamlessly from house to house each night, treating each other’s homes as if they were our own. While the kids were off playing night games, pretending to be in the army, or amusing themselves with other shenanigans, the dads found common interests in all things manly: “lumberjacking,” planting the biggest communal garden our neighborhood had ever seen, and grilling (and competing for best backyard bbq pit), all while imbibing the finest lagers and brandy. Meanwhile, the Ladies of the Court bonded over wine, fondue, pottery painting, and simply enjoying watching our families become so close. Each family came from a different walk of life with a different story to tell; each was unique in its own way and varying in size, yet made up equal parts of our newfound Neighbor Family. Though no blood lines connected us, the support system we’d built was unbreakable, and the deep connections between us were undeniable. We all knew we had something special; our Family of 34 was as real as any other, and nothing could break us.

Emotions were tried as two families with the youngest kids moved away last summer. A mild winter somehow felt colder than it should, and gatherings became a little smaller. Our once rowdy bunch had begun to dwindle and the kids found themselves a bit calmer as they aged ever so slightly. Things seemed to be settling down as the newness of it all faded away, though we never lost touch.

As fate would have it, soon after one family visited this summer, we found out they’d be moving back within the month – and that the other family was soon to follow! We couldn’t believe our luck. We were all so ecstatic to have the old gang back together.

Just as the families had started getting situated back home – in different houses, but home nonetheless – our world came to a screeching halt on Monday, September 3. The husband of one of the first two families to move in, Vladimir Novak, passed away after being stung by a bee and suffering anaphylaxis, even though he’d been stung several times before with no reaction. To say it was unexpected is potentially the grossest understatement there ever was. To say he will be missed is an even greater one.

Let me tell you something about Vladimir Novak. He was a big Russian man, not even 50, and he smoked. If you had asked any of us last month what we thought he’d someday die of, I guarantee you a bee sting is the absolute last thing any of us would have said. He would listen to us nag about his chain smoking, then sweetly smile and light another. He had a zest for life that was unmatchable, and his smoking was the least of his concerns. His pride and joy were first and foremost his wife and children, followed by the rest of his family and friends. Currently ranging from the ages of 14 to 22, his children were lucky they had a chance to truly know and remember him – but never well enough.

No matter the circumstances, weather, or latest drama to be circulating amongst us, the one man you could count on to have a smile on his face and a bear hug waiting for you when you arrived was Vlad. He had an answer to everything that made the world seem more peaceful, more palatable. He traveled a lot, and it was bittersweet because it was clear he’d rather be at home with his family. But inevitably, he chose to see life in the best light possible, and if you’d ask him how things were going, nine times out of ten you’d get the same honest answer with the most genuine cheery smile: “I’m just living the dream.”

Our Neighbor Family, but even more so the Novak family, are still dumbfounded and reeling in shock that he’s just not coming home. It still seems surreal; there’s a part of me that just expects he’s off on business, not gone for good. The outpouring of support for this man and his family is absolutely monumental. And if you ask any of the hundreds of people that paid their respects to him, I’m positive each and every one of them will tell you the same thing about him: that he was one of the best men they’d ever known.

From here, we will try to rebuild and move on, and I know I speak on behalf of my entire Neighbor Family when I say that as it’s always been, so it shall be: the Novaks are part of this Family, and we will do everything in our power to keep them safe and afloat. While no person can ever replace who and what Vlad was to that family – and to this world – we hope to bridge the gap at least a little, to share in the grief, and keep him alive in memory, in stories, in pictures, and at our many inevitable bbqs to come. If anything we’re stronger now, more aware of how much we have to lose, and thankful of each other even more. And I know we’ll continue to reassure each other that even despite this enormous lingering hole in our hearts… we ALL have a dream to be lived.

Photo taken by Doug Kobs. Vlad is in the center.


Day 1: Complete!

Welp, we made it to Seattle! We left Milwaukee not so bright and early (which was quite nice for a change) and after a leisurely two hour layover in Minneapolis, we boarded our flight to Seattle!



All in all it was a smooth travel day, though I was bummed not to have a window seat on the fight out. I did manage to catch a glimpse of Mt. Rainier from across the aisle as we neared the SeaTac airport…

Mt. Rainier at a nearly equal level

The first thing I noticed on our descent is how unmistakably GREEN the landscape is around here! I noticed Washington State license plates boasting “The Evergreen State,” and they’re not kidding. They’re everywhere, and it’s gorgeous!! The air here seems so crisp and clean. And the mountains? They speak for themselves.

Seattle Landscape on the light rail into the city from the airport

Rides on the light rail and monorail brought us to our hotel just a few blocks away from the Seattle Center! We were greeted by a towering Space Needle immediately upon arriving… a warm welcome to say the least. :) We took a few moments to gather our thoughts and bask in just being here at our hotel before heading back to the Seattle Center for Bumbershoot!

It’s been something of a headache to try and figure Bumbershoot out. I originally bought tickets before they released the full lineup schedule, which meant when the schedule came out I found out we weren’t going to be able to see two acts that were the reason I bought the tickets because they played before we landed. Fred Armisen, of Portlandia and SNL, was going to be doing stand up at 4:30. We didn’t leave the hotel until 4:45, and upon arriving we found out that, of course, the show was full. But we were there, and didn’t want to waste the tickets, so we got to wandering.

Leave it to my boyfriend to find the video game exhibit out of all things. Here he’s playing the original Tetris on a Super Gameboy. I got to play Mario Kart on an N64 they had, too!

I imagined Bumbershoot would be something like Summerfest, which it was. It was a fairly large outdoor festival with different stages, food vendors, and plenty of people watching. But it’s more than just music – there’s comedy, arts, theater, the whole gamut of performing arts. Also beer. Lots of beer gardens everywhere!

We listened to a great band called The Heavy for a little while, found a Video Game Exhibit and Rock Poster exhibition, and ate gyros (beef – their only option. Strange!) at a food cart on-site. The weather was truly perfect and while I’m bummed we missed two musicians I was really excited to see AND Fred Armisen, it was fun to amble around.

What else can I say? So far, everyone we’ve encountered has been helpful, friendly and lighthearted, starting from the flight attendant coming into Seattle, to the police officers at the light rail station, to the man at the front desk, to just people walking around at Bumbershoot and around the street. That’s been a really great first impression! I’m excited to get more of a feel for the city today. Soon, we’ll head down to Pike Place Market (aka coffee mecca, as Kevin just quipped!) and start exploring downtown! We have an ambitious list that I’m excited to conquer. Talk to you all later tonight or tomorrow! :)

Le Space Needle

Listening to The Heavy at Bumbershoot

A great shot Kevin got of a live statue inside Bumbershoot

ADORABLE kid playing violin, leaving the Seattle Center area. He was so good!

Le Space Needle from the base