It's every year.
One day I was taking BART home to the east bay, and there was a boy who was going nuts over all the things he had seen that day. Besides the Blue Angels, he had visited the Submarine (I think it's called the "Pampanito"), and kept asking his father about the dive alarm and why the sailors had to run to the front of the boat. Dad either didn't know or was exhausted from a long day, so I had fun explaining the usefulness of weight distribution.