For most people, the significance of today is simply that it’s Friday the 13th, and all the associated triskadecaphobic hubbub surrounding that. (AFN even aired the original Friday the 13th movie this evening.) But for sailors, the day had a little bit more significance.
Friday, October 13, 1775 was the day that the Continental Congress resolved to construct two warships, and is recognized as the “birthday” of the U.S. Navy, making us 231 years old, a mere 4 months younger than the Army, which had been established June 14 of that same year. My running joke today (not very well received) was that it took the Army 4 months to realize they needed a lot of help.
Other than that, not much else to report. The usual end-of-week crunch, another brief rainstorm (a bit longer at about 15 minutes, and big heavy drops) that actually left some puddles. The rain passed but the thunderstorms continued nearby. It was kind of freakish (speaking of Friday the 13th?) to see all the lightning going on near the horizon. I stayed away from tall metal objects. I heard a rumor that there was a tornado warning, but don’t know if it was something official or some guys joking around. I guess it probably should have been a concern, since I live in essentially a giant trailer park. Odd that my biggest concerns today weren’t being in a combat zone, but the weather. Go figure.
Happy Navy Birthday!