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Abandoned by his jailbird mama in a Greyhound bus station at age 13, singer-songwriter Jimmy Wayne seemed destined for destitution and an early grave. But through the kindness of strangers – “God sends strange angels,” he says – Wayne rose to become a hit songwriter, author, and advocate for the homeless. J.M. Blaine gets some down-home philosophy from Wayne, plus tidbits about Ozzy, the Nashville song mill, and Daryl Hall’s indoor pool. Continue reading →