He’s 94, She’s 98 And They Just Got Married

“We had spent the whole day together, and at night, I set up the bedroom for her, and I was going to be in the next room,” Mr. Mann said. “She gets into the bed, and I say good night and start walking out, and she says, ‘Where are you going?’”

After exchanging vows and wedding rings, the couple were showered with applause, well wishes and hugs, as several of the guests began to cry.

“Their enthusiasm is contagious and their certainty of a destiny together is inspiring,” said Mayor DeStefano, who is Ms. Mokotoff’s political protégé. “We ask that the vision they have for one another always reflects the attraction that first brought them together,” he said before pronouncing them husband and wife.

After the ceremony, Mr. Mann managed to slip out a back door and, moments later, reappeared in front of City Hall, behind the wheel of his red Toyota Corolla. As the guests began spilling onto the sidewalk, he stepped on the gas pedal and zipped past them down the street, noisily dragging soda cans tied to the back bumper below a sign that read “Just Married.” He took it for a spin around the block before returning to pick up his new wife.

“This is fabulous,” said Charles Mokotoff, the bride’s son, an internationally known classical guitarist who lent his musical talents to the ceremony.

Shortly thereafter, the couple and their guests resurfaced at John’s Harvest Inn, a nearby restaurant where the reception was held.

Just before dinner, the bride raised the roof, and the groom’s eyebrows, when she sat in a chair and hiked up her wedding dress just above her knee to reveal that she was wearing a garter.

“Very nice,” Mr. Mann said, his cheeks turning as red as his Corolla. “I must admit I like it.”

The groom was then asked how his life might change now that he’s a married man, again.

“Nothing is going to change,” said Mr. Mann, taking his wife’s hand as he spoke. “We’ve already done so much together, and let’s face it, we both know that neither of us are likely to find anyone else,” he said with a grin. “So from here on out, it’s just the two of us, together, for the remaining days of our lives.”

“We had spent the whole day together, and at night, I set up the bedroom for her, and I was going to be in the next room,” Mr. Mann said. “She gets into the bed, and I say good night and start walking out, and she says, ‘Where are you going?’”

After exchanging vows and wedding rings, the couple were showered with applause, well wishes and hugs, as several of the guests began to cry.

“Their enthusiasm is contagious and their certainty of a destiny together is inspiring,” said Mayor DeStefano, who is Ms. Mokotoff’s political protégé. “We ask that the vision they have for one another always reflects the attraction that first brought them together,” he said before pronouncing them husband and wife.

“This is fabulous,” said Charles Mokotoff, the son of the bride’s, who is actually an universally known classical guitarist who also played at the ceremony.

After the wonderful ceremony, the couple and their loved ones met up at John’s Harvest Inn, a nearby restaurant where the reception was held.

Just before the grand dinner, the bride raised the roof, along with the groom’s eyebrows, as she sat in a chair and hiked up her wedding dress just above her knee to show to everyone that she was rocking a garter.

“Very nice,” Mr. Mann said, his cheeks turning as red as his Corolla. “I must admit I like it.”

The groom was eventually asked how his life may alter now that he’s once again a married man.

“Nothing is going to change,” said Mr. Mann, proudly clenching his wife’s hand as he spoke. “We’ve already done so much together, and let’s face it, we both know that neither of us are likely to find anyone else,” he said with a big smile. “So from here on out, it’s just the two of us, together, for the remaining days of our lives.”