A while back I posted on UKC and MP looking for a short story about mountaineering that I had read long ago. I didn't find it right away, but now, nearly a year later, somebody responded, and I found the story.
Here's a link to the original, archived UKC thread (can't post replies).
I don't know where I originally read it; considering I was only 5 when it was first published, it is unlikely but possible that I read it in an old copy of the The New Yorker. More likely, I read it in a collection, either Ellis Island or another. I know Helprin edited some short story collections, and he may have included his own work.
Anyway, I'm already a subscriber to The New Yorker, so I can read the original, but I also bought a copy of the book. The other stories seem interesting too.
So this is a story with a good ending--these moments restore my faith that perhaps the internet has some positive sides.