You still do, unless you bunch up with a family member.
Patti Page sang a very nice song just about that waterfront lifestyle. It was called Old Cape Cod, from 1957.
I was with a friend of mine, a Singaporean lady, coming back from the Long Bar (Raffles Hotel) one midnight about twenty some-odd years ago, half a world away, when “Old Cape Cod” came on the radio.
As someone who can remember riding in the car, straining for the first sight of the Bourne Bridge, as a little kid, I turned it up.
She thought I was horribly square.
I didn’t care.