It sits on a square of concrete no bigger than a volleyball court, hidden on a railroad bridge nobody uses anymore, close enough to Central Prison that you can reach up and touch the razor wire.
On this secret patch, Raleigh’s truest fans of skateboarding built not just a park but a shrine to all their fallen champions — a tribute to rides cut short.
Twenty-eight names appear on a low wall, painted inside a row of stone arches, each surrounded by a handmade mosaic of seashells and colored glass:…