Working for JD O’Donnell gave Joseph much prestige among the Portuguese fishermen. A heavy drinking bunch, when not out on the ocean fishing, they could be found raising hell, in the bars that lined both sides of Thames Street. Joe Silvia, being a regular cast member and the smallest built “Portagee” in this social group, was dubbed, “Little Joe.”
Most of the bars on Thames Street catered to the sailors coming off ships for liberty. The beer joints were filled nightly with women attracted by the careless spending habits of the sailors and frustrated wives hungry for company.
Paydays were especially busy, with ladies of the night, coming from as far away as Providence and Boston. On the weekends, music rumbled up and down Thames Street, as the nightspots tried to lure customers into there darken interiors. Drunken sailors, scantly dressed women and wild ass fishermen, crowded the sidewalks, going from bar to bar. Navy Shore Patrol and Newport Police had their hands full. Patty wagons were filled with inebriated sailors, completely oblivious to their surroundings and transported back to their ships. The locals stayed home. Too most, on weekends, Thames Street resembled a Zoo during breeding season.