Every weekend, a young and rowdy party crowd takes over a secluded strip of Fort Lauderdale beach, leaving behind condoms, beer bottles, smoldering bonfires — and hundreds of well-to-do homeowners thoroughly annoyed by the putrid stench of urine and stale beer. Condo president Hy Montero, who gets a birds’-eye view from his 30th floor balcony, has a solution: padlock the only gate that leads ...