"We live in the house the tree fell on."
Posting the above on here, of course, requires a backstory. Living in Jonesboro, Georgia 1993-1995, all the locals knew the house and nodded understandingly. Folks there don't use street names or addresses. Like our best and fast friend there lived in the house "by the railroad tracks where the mail sack used to be picked up." Everybody local knew where it was.
Army posted me there, and being from Nebraska, my lack of southern accent was a dead giveaway and always begged the question about where we lived.