The baseball unicorn lives in Corona, California. His house sits at the end of a cul-de-sac, one among thousands forming the Inland Empire’s ocean of suburbia. The Big Bus is parked out front, gassed up for another tournament. The fruit—bananas, loquats, Granny Smith and golden apples, peaches, apricots, figs, guava and mulberries—grows out back.
This is home to the Pence family: two parents, five children (ages 10 to 18), three dogs and one unicorn. He sleeps upstairs, hogs the cereal, quotes Napoleon Dynamite and prefers his chocolate milk by the barrel.
