Who CALL me? Listen down de ribber, Dinah! Don’t you hyar Somebody holl’in’ “Hoo, Jim, hoo?” My Sarah died las’ y’ar; IS dat black angel done come back to call ole Jim f’om hyar?

I hunted him for half a hour, aiming to learn him to hit a man with a table-leg and then run, but I didn't find him.

All kinds, silents and talkies.

In fact, I have heard people say they didn't believe what some pastor said, because they did not live their three score and ten years. So your 66.2 is a bit shy. Satan is still taking his half out of the middle.