You once described your house as the “poor man’s Playboy Mansion.” Do you have a good story about the mansion?
I don’t. I don’t know why I would have said that. Because my house is basically the most boring place—unless you love to work.
It’s a former military base. I heard the handyman quit because he saw a ghost.
Yeah, a few people have had an encounter with a ghost at the base. I don’t really pay attention to that stuff. I don’t believe in ghosts, but the place talks.
It’s so big. It’s so windy. I’ve heard noises; I’ve heard whispering; I’ve heard people walking. I remember around Christmas, I was the only person around for a week or two. There was someone walking through the place one night. I was locked in my room. In the afternoon, my assistant came to me and said, “Do you have a guest in the guest bedroom?” I said, “No.” She said, “Oh my God, there’s somebody in there!” We had to call the police. The person was disturbed and confused. That’s happened three or four times just in the past year.