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For Americans who remember Nov. 22, 1963, there is an understandable temptation to dwell on the nearly unbearable tragedy of that day. I remember vividly the shock and confusion of a 7-year-old, refusing to believe it was true until I ran home from school to find my mother in tears. The entire nation and much of the world was thrown into mourning for a young, charismatic president who had led us all too briefly. But with the passage of a half century’s time, it is possible now, and certainly more sensible, to reflect more on the life — and not just the death — of John F. Kennedy.