Carson City

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While BackDrop was on San Pablo Avenue, Berkeley, Bob Mullen and I designed a call detail recorder that we named the Dial Log Cadre-One. It was a little plastic box, about the size of a desktop calculator that sat on a desk and monitored the telephone line, printing out the date, time, and length of each telephone call. It was the first commercial application of "Automatic Number Identification", the forerunner of today's "Caller ID".

This project developed to the point where we decided to incorporate, but NOT in California. We chose Virginia City, Storey County, Nevada. Nevada allows "foreign corporations" to incorporate in Nevada, as long as it has a "Resident Agent" within that county. I was elected President/CEO of XEX Corporation and chosen to lead the manufacturing and marketing teams. We secured the services of a Resident Agent in Gold Hill, Nevada.

We leased a 3,700-square-foot building on Hot Springs Road on the North side of Carson City. Upstairs had a 1,000 square foot, one-bedroom apartment with a fireplace, a hidden wall safe and a sunken living room.

It was during this time that my home was the apartment upstairs from the offices and the production facility. I found that being able to walk downstairs and go to work was wonderful. I also found that having a 'live-in slave' upstairs, 'getting ready' for my dinner break was even more wonderful! After a hard day at work, she would massage my feet and help work out the knots and "kinks"! <G>

In preparation for future expansion, Bob Mullen and I built a loft using 6x6 lumber in the garage area. Bob said it was the first time he had ever seen anyone use a chainsaw to create finished cabinetry.

We changed the name from XEX Corp to Dial-Log Corporation and sold the product to a small electronics company in Fort Worth, TX, called "Radio Shack," and I moved back to the Bay Area.

Incidents that come to mind and bring smiles:

• When we considered moving to Carson City, we were told to expect about four inches of snow each year. That winter, one storm dumped over eighteen inches of snow in a single day. I remember my neighbor heading to the store on a snowmobile pulling a sled. My parents called when they saw that Carson City was completely shut down due to the storm. When they expressed concern, I suggested they not worry: the temperature was 72 degrees. When they mentioned the news report, my response was, "It's 72 where I am, but then I haven't been outside for four days!" A few days later, I asked Ted, "I thought you said four inches of snow per year." He replied, "Yep, and we just got blessed with the next four years' of snow in advance." You gotta' love positive thinking!

• While in Nevada, I completed my Private Pilot training. It was a great feeling to travel to Gardnerville, check out a Cessna 172, and fly to different parts of the state. There is one casino (Ormsby House) in Carson City that sits right alongside Highway 395. Most of the "Guest ranches (brothels) " have their own airports.

• Carson City is not the center of the known Universe. In terms of kinkiness, there is very little going on. I was quite fortunate to meet several ladies who would play 'tie-up games.' I would usually visit one of the local casinos or restaurants and order a meal. I'd tie two one-dollar bills together and place them on the table, kind of absent-mindedly. When asked their meaning, I would tell them that it was a secret to life that I had learned while I was in Japan. They would ask what the secret was. If you notice, one is tying up the other one. I would further comment that I was a bondage photographer, and often, I found myself with a house guest for the weekend.

• We had quite a few people working for the company, and I needed an Admin Assistant. I hired a young lady and explained the job to her. When I was finished, I clarified that I work and live in the same building. Consequently, my personal mail and magazines would be delivered to the office (downstairs) before being taken to my apartment upstairs. She said there was no problem with that. When I explained that some of the mail was going to be 'kinky', she suggested that I get a Post Office box so that other employees would not bump into 'personal mail'.

She said that if I wanted, she could pick up the mail from the Post Office on her way to work, and I told her I would be willing to pay her salary from when she left home to compensate for the extra work. I suddenly noticed that magazines that always arrived on the fifth were now arriving at my place on the tenth, and they appeared to have been read. She blushed and said that she and her husband had been reading them before bringing them to me. She asked if I was angry or if I was going to fire her. I said no, but I suggested that in the future, I would like to read them first.

• One afternoon, my Admin asked if I would meet her in one of the local bars after work. When I asked why, she said they were having a Halloween party and that she had a friend she wanted me to meet. I went to the party and met Kelly. She and I hit it off very well from the start. When I asked my Admin why she thought Kelly and I should get together, she said, "You're the Marketing Manager. You're a Dom, she's a sub, and well, we all know that it pays to " advertise."

• I truly enjoyed that you could carry a loaded firearm (as long as it was in plain sight), and there were many dirt roads to explore.

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  500 Hot Springs Rd,
  Carson City, NV

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  Gold Hill, NV
  (c. 1870)

See also Dial Log - A description of the Dial Log device

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