Darrell was a big guy. He was 6'11. He was one of the few people in the village that could look down on me (I'm a mere 6'3). He was our chief police officer and his partner Duncan was our K-9 officer. They both were part of the Cold Spring family.
My favorite on-duty story about Darrell took place a few years ago. There was an emergency call on a piece of property called North gate which is a small jet of land into the Hudson River. It was the middle of winter and the plows had piled the snow high across the entrance. So Darrell shows up and sees that there's no way to get around the snow bank with his car, in fact there's no way to walk around it. So Darrell sized up the situation and decided that he was going to hurdle the snow bank, a proposition that could only seem feasible to a man of his size. Well needless to say he didn't make it. He made it over the snow bank, just not on his feet. But in typical Darrell style he just got up, and ran off with a smirk.
He was a man that was full of life.
And his death and funeral were befitting of a man with such a large heart. I had the honor of being within the color guard for his funeral. A procession that will stay in my memory for the rest of my life. I will always vividly remember coming down Gleneida Ave. in the pouring rain with hundreds of K-9 dogs and their officers lining the thoroughfare, standing at attention, non-moving. It was surreal
At no other moment in my life was I more proud to be a part of something
Sergeant Darrell Burris, the head of the Cold Spring Village Police Department, died last Thursday night, November 15, 2007, in an off-duty traffic accident in Carmel, New York, where he lived. Three other victims were injured when his car collided head-on with a vehicle in the opposite lane and then a third vehicle crashed into the accident from behind. Burris, who was to have turned 38 last Sunday, left behind a wife, Linda, and a 15-year-old son, Ryan.
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My favorite on-duty story about Darrell took place a few years ago. There was an emergency call on a piece of property called North gate which is a small jet of land into the Hudson River. It was the middle of winter and the plows had piled the snow high across the entrance. So Darrell shows up and sees that there's no way to get around the snow bank with his car, in fact there's no way to walk around it. So Darrell sized up the situation and decided that he was going to hurdle the snow bank, a proposition that could only seem feasible to a man of his size. Well needless to say he didn't make it. He made it over the snow bank, just not on his feet. But in typical Darrell style he just got up, and ran off with a smirk.
He was a man that was full of life.
And his death and funeral were befitting of a man with such a large heart. I had the honor of being within the color guard for his funeral. A procession that will stay in my memory for the rest of my life. I will always vividly remember coming down Gleneida Ave. in the pouring rain with hundreds of K-9 dogs and their officers lining the thoroughfare, standing at attention, non-moving. It was surreal
At no other moment in my life was I more proud to be a part of something
Sergeant Darrell Burris, the head of the Cold Spring Village Police Department, died last Thursday night, November 15, 2007, in an off-duty traffic accident in Carmel, New York, where he lived. Three other victims were injured when his car collided head-on with a vehicle in the opposite lane and then a third vehicle crashed into the accident from behind. Burris, who was to have turned 38 last Sunday, left behind a wife, Linda, and a 15-year-old son, Ryan.
writer Unknown
Darrell was a big guy. He was 6'11. He was one of the few people in the village that could look down on me (I'm a mere 6'3). He was our chief police officer and his partner Duncan was our K-9 officer. They both were part of the Cold Spring family.
My favorite on-duty story about Darrell took place a few years ago. There was an emergency call on a piece of property called North gate which is a small jet of land into the Hudson River. It was the middle of winter and the plows had piled the snow high across the entrance. So Darrell shows up and sees that there's no way to get around the snow bank with his car, in fact there's no way to walk around it. So Darrell sized up the situation and decided that he was going to hurdle the snow bank, a proposition that could only seem feasible to a man of his size. Well needless to say he didn't make it. He made it over the snow bank, just not on his feet. But in typical Darrell style he just got up, and ran off with a smirk.
He was a man that was full of life.
And his death and funeral were befitting of a man with such a large heart. I had the honor of being within the color guard for his funeral. A procession that will stay in my memory for the rest of my life. I will always vividly remember coming down Gleneida Ave. in the pouring rain with hundreds of K-9 dogs and their officers lining the thoroughfare, standing at attention, non-moving. It was surreal
At no other moment in my life was I more proud to be a part of something
Sergeant Darrell Burris, the head of the Cold Spring Village Police Department, died last Thursday night, November 15, 2007, in an off-duty traffic accident in Carmel, New York, where he lived. Three other victims were injured when his car collided head-on with a vehicle in the opposite lane and then a third vehicle crashed into the accident from behind. Burris, who was to have turned 38 last Sunday, left behind a wife, Linda, and a 15-year-old son, Ryan.
writer Unknown
My favorite on-duty story about Darrell took place a few years ago. There was an emergency call on a piece of property called North gate which is a small jet of land into the Hudson River. It was the middle of winter and the plows had piled the snow high across the entrance. So Darrell shows up and sees that there's no way to get around the snow bank with his car, in fact there's no way to walk around it. So Darrell sized up the situation and decided that he was going to hurdle the snow bank, a proposition that could only seem feasible to a man of his size. Well needless to say he didn't make it. He made it over the snow bank, just not on his feet. But in typical Darrell style he just got up, and ran off with a smirk.
He was a man that was full of life.
And his death and funeral were befitting of a man with such a large heart. I had the honor of being within the color guard for his funeral. A procession that will stay in my memory for the rest of my life. I will always vividly remember coming down Gleneida Ave. in the pouring rain with hundreds of K-9 dogs and their officers lining the thoroughfare, standing at attention, non-moving. It was surreal
At no other moment in my life was I more proud to be a part of something
Sergeant Darrell Burris, the head of the Cold Spring Village Police Department, died last Thursday night, November 15, 2007, in an off-duty traffic accident in Carmel, New York, where he lived. Three other victims were injured when his car collided head-on with a vehicle in the opposite lane and then a third vehicle crashed into the accident from behind. Burris, who was to have turned 38 last Sunday, left behind a wife, Linda, and a 15-year-old son, Ryan.
writer Unknown
