As I drive through a gate high above Los Angeles’s Nichols Canyon, a tall man with unmistakably bushy eyebrows waves me into a precarious parking spot and says, “That’s $20.
Leave the keys in the car.” My valet is Will Ferrell, clad in basketball shorts, slides and a T-shirt bearing the crest of the Los Angeles Football Club, of which he is a minority owner.
Ferrell waves to his wife, Viveca Paulin-Ferrell, an art auctioneer and board member at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art, as she sits idling in a blue Tesla , waiting to pull out.
“It’s gonna be a tennis court,” Ferrell explains.
“I don’t play, but you need one if you want to sip a gin and tonic.”