Daniel J. Donovan Sr.

Dan will be missed, he was so full of life. He is still after 38 years my only client who would come in to pick up his tax returns and play me a song on his banjo and sing to me. Love you Danny boy!

Very good man, that Sgt. Dan no . An honor to march with him. He will be missed at !5th Massachusetts events.

My boys and I first met Dan at the first 15th MA Spring drill we attended. We were drilling Dan was playing the banjo. I went over to introduce myself and let him know I played guitar. It´s an honor to have known him. I will miss him when we´re playing music by the fireside. Rest in pice my friend.

Jim Nelson

I remember an event we had in Manassas 150th were Dan was kind of maxed out on his meds . it was 140 plus and we all had a lot of heat related issues. They took him away and nobody heard where he went. About midnight we were playing music and the song that we all were singing was old Dan tucker and a truck pulled up and Dan popped out ready to join in!!!! Love that guy!!!

sincere condolences to the entire donovan family!
Donated to MA State police museum and learning center in Danno's memory as well! love, jamie and meg oberman
SGT DANNO was an amazing father , public servant and veteran! we are proud to have known him..fond memories watching the killer bees at "head of the charles" with dan.....

I will miss making music with my friend.

I hired Danno as an expert where he helped me win several cases. I got Danno involved in Civil War Re-enacting. He was a group favorite and his banjo one of the highlights of our group. You were loved by the 15th Mass and will remain forever in our hearts. Steve Doucette

Dan was my classmate and roommate our senior year at B.C. We enjoyed a number of adventures in his Mustang and my motorcycle, way too many to describe here. One that comes to mind is seeing Tony C. immediately after the loss in the final game of the "67 World Series. Tony and I were graduates of St. Mary's Boys High in Lynn. We were riding my motorcycle down Comm Ave and Tony was walking to his apartment looking a bit forlorn. Dan assured Tony next year would bring success, not realizing it would be decades before it became true.
On a happier note, Dan and I spent many hours, if not days, visiting young B.C. nursing students in their apartment next to our building. They not only kept us well nourished but cleaned our apartment from time to time in a vain attempt to reduce our cockroach friends that seemed to bother them more than us.