We Arrived

About the Book

"In his first autobiographical tale Teenage Hobo, author Robert S. Weil shares what it was to be like to be on the road with his two other brothers (the oldest of the group was 14 years old). He deliberately finished the story with the statement 'we arrived'. Readers would then ask him what exactly happened afterwards. So begins the rest of the story in We Arrived.

The three brothers were reunited with their mother, a widow, and the rest of their siblings upon setting foot in Los Angeles. Adroitly weaving his stories right after their harrowing journey for 30 days between Cincinnati, Ohio and Los Angeles, California.

Weil vividly recounts the events that followed thereafter in We Arrived from a near death experience on an alfalfa farm to hearing the horrifying news that Pearl Harbor had been bombed.

In later chapters, Weil tells of the family traveling east again, having his own career, meeting his soul mate, and what it was like to survive the Second World War, with pictures."

About the Author

Many years ago, my family and I would make trips to the mountain campsites for our vacation. We found and, generally used, the campsite in the high country of Yosemite. It was named Camp White Wolf. There were several other campsites, but this was one where there were individual sites large enough to set up our large tent. There was what must have been a water runoff nearby, although usually dry when we were there. At the site, there was a picnic table and a rock-lined pit for a campfire. After we had set up our tent at our campsite, we would take walks to see and enjoy the beauty of the comfortable woods. The clean, cool air felt so very good on our faces. The four children had their pleasure in climbing among the huge boulders. They would make games among themselves. Sometimes they would investigate the many different insects or small animals that they would see. I carried a notepad with me. I would tell them to draw a picture of what they saw. Later, we would then check the books we had at home to find out about what they had seen. Every year there would be something different. One time, there was an eagle soaring among the trees, not having to flap its wings, using the mountain’s updraft to stay aloft. In the city where we lived, there were few of these wondrous sights.