The morning of James Brown's funeral was dreary with a lite drizzle. A line had formed before daylight and stretched from the James Brown Arena around the corner for several blocks. Mourners had come from all over the country each with their own story about James and his music. Some sang their favorite songs while others were looking at the special section dedicated to the Godfather of Soul in the local newspaper. I took several hundred pictures that morning but I'm not sure I really captured the mood.